We Will Miss You Forever

in memory...

Tears stained our eyes.

We had no goodbyes,

We had no last words.

Disbelieving eyes, shattered hearts,

You endured evil at it’s peak.

Heartbroken, we pursue your legacy:

We will miss you forever.

Each one of you was a loved one,

And your passing does not make us forget

The treasure that you were.

We will miss you forever.



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Your words drew on my heart,

They painted pictures of

A useful art.

They stenciled the picture of love.

With chalky fingertips you held my hand,

And promised me forever.

I followed you into foreign lands

I trusted you with my whatever.

But you are chalk:

Your words, your heart, your soul.

Permanent until the storms come

And then you wash away like

Dust in the wind.

What If

Thinking Lizzy Gadd

Picture Taken By: Lizzy Gadd

Her hair was tied back in a bow,

And she went to watch the clouds grow.

It was a grim sight, she decided.

This was a place that slept unimagined.

The world had not seen its beauty,

The countries had not heard it’s tales.

The continents had not given life a chance.

But what if

They did?

We Are

Street Corner by Bonnie Meisels

Picture Taken By: Bonnie Meisels

We are the hopeless street corners

And the tattered pages of a forgotten promise.

Existing between the street corner and the adjacent boarder:

We are the memories.

Hiding only where you can see,

Swimming in dank waters of uncertainty,

Yet floating at the shoreline

We are the fears.

We are the faces

Of every challenge inside

That you have not faced.

 We are


Pins and Needles

Pins and Needles

Image Courtesy: amarkedman.com

Your words are pins and needles.

Prying me apart and trying to sew me together.

Your words are weapons,

And you use them without thinking.

Your words are hate speech,

I tell you I was born this way.

Your words tear me down:

But I love you anyway.

The Plant

Plant After Rain by John French

Picture Taken By: John French

Wet after rain,

Like laughter in the morning.

Growing freely,

Like American rights.

Fresh soil,

Like coffee in the evening.

 Toiling relentlessly,

Like love’s pursuit.

The Song

guitar by lucas boesche

Picture Taken By: Lucas Boesche Image Courtesy: unsplash.com

They’ve told me about miracles,

Told me they  couldn’t be found in lyrics.

But I beg to differ.

Songs can take you high,

They get stuck in your head before waving goodbye.

Working their magic they go from your head

To your feet and stay with you ’til bed.

Songs work in every situation,

Even in one of desperation.

Run It

Sarah Magnolia:

Interesting thought. Hope it inspires you!

Originally posted on Freedom 4 Eternity:

Run to get through Friday – the weekend is the only trophy you need!!

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Fateful Destiny

Fate is

Ugly and hideous.

Spinning while conspiring and desolating.

Shifting into hell then heaven and Elysium.

Amazing, insightful it’s a worthy vocation.

Beautiful and dazzling

I call it: Destiny.

*Special thanks to G.C. who gave me a prompt.

Weekly Tip: Week 10: Through Different Eyes

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Try for a different perspective.  Today (and this week) try to look at the world differently, at people differently.  Put on glasses of humility, of acceptance.

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