My habit is waking up knowing that you are here with me. My habit is wanting to do everything with you. My habit is seeing you every day. My habit is being crazy with you. You are the habit I never want to break. My habit is being with you in every way. My habit … Continue reading My Habit: Peter Herget
Category: Poets
A Ceiling: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love The clouds are nothing solid Neither is the sun or sky Yet as with technicalities the clouds form a ceiling I suppose the surface of water is a ceiling for fish That whales and others flirt with And man has countless ceilings made of wood metal … Continue reading A Ceiling: James Adamson
Stellar Cortex: Spencer Elliot Carr
My mind skips a beat Heart racing To catch up As many synapses in the brain As stars in the sky Poetic But damn difficult to Figure anything out Synaptosome Like constellations Schizophrenia The Milky Way Neurology a cosmos
Angry Sea: Elton Plett
I think it sad The opinion you had Left you dancing alone Even the stars Are sharing a smile If only just for awhile And when you’re tired of Throwing stones, love At the angry sea Why don’t you Think it on through And come home to me There’s nothing better in this world Than … Continue reading Angry Sea: Elton Plett
Finding Yourself: Cassandra Kulay
It is difficult for us to trust after what has happened to each of us, what turns feelings to rust only experience left to teach, no medicine, no salve, no balm, in all our memories we reach for some perfect way to tell the story of our lives to mean we carry burdens and we … Continue reading Finding Yourself: Cassandra Kulay
Untitled: Brittney Fox
Am I really going to die without knowing your face? Is the place in my heart you’re supposed to be in... always going to be a void space? I wish you knew how much courage it takes, to just be okay with the unknown. Twenty-five years have flown by, and not one single clue. I … Continue reading Untitled: Brittney Fox
Trap Door: Betty Carmichael
We had a kitchen that had a trap door. There was about fourteen steps down to the basement. My mom Hazel was sitting on the pot downstairs and I ran to the door to see who knocked on the door. I fell down the stairs and mom grabbed me and she finished her business on … Continue reading Trap Door: Betty Carmichael
Feelings: Betty Carmichael
Dedicated to George I have these feelings deep inside of me. I try to explain, but you just do not see. When I tell you something, you say maybe you lie. But before I’d lie to you, I’d rather die. One night we had a hassle and you got mad. But you do not seem … Continue reading Feelings: Betty Carmichael
Meaning of Life: Jo-Anne Paley
All poets think about this, and, of course, each has their own interpretation. It's fun to write. It gives me meaning. For a plumber, that gives him meaning. Anything that we find that is fun to do. Choose beef bouillon cubes to add to beef stock, of soup bones, and suddenly you've got flavor. Choose … Continue reading Meaning of Life: Jo-Anne Paley
Forge Ahead: Robert St.Germain
Now I must forge ahead. It’s too late to turn back. I have to make the best of this life I’ve chosen. Come sun or snow, or heaven or hell below. I can’t be what people tell me to be. All I can do is be myself and live free. Whether I am right, or … Continue reading Forge Ahead: Robert St.Germain
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