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Please don’t make yourself at home
Yesterday
I caught a star
With my burning fist
And left my handprint on it
I crash-landed on the clouds
I bounced back
Bounced back I
Shot a star with my mouth
I juggled Pluto
I breathed on Neptune
I grew a farm on Saturn
I named all the planets that
I was first to visit
Pierced them with flags of my face
Stamped them with my fingerprints
I was the fi...
Sunday 11th August 2019 4:17 pm
The Writer's Plight
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
Gilded Cage
Time after time
I give you another chance
to prove you still care.
You respond with
the venomous bite
of a rattlesnake.
How much more
poison can I take
before I am consumed
by the same dark spirit
that possesses you?
I know I should run
far away
but I have convinced myself
of the old cliche...
better the devil you know
than the devil you don't.
I know what to ex...
Saturday 23rd March 2019 1:44 am
Light that brings me home
With a warmth inside I'm heading home.
Shadows fall as I walk into the dark,
slowly losing the sight of my goals.
Alone, I have killed the sun,
now even the moon fears me.
No one by my side,
getting ready to give up,
I stopped,
opened my eyes,
I saw a light that was running towards me.
Soon a relaxing laugh followed,
in my mind it was hallowed.
The light shone brighter and brighter,
l...
Saturday 31st December 2016 2:57 pm
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