I Did Not Come Here For Compliments — I Am Not A Girl
BY JEMIMA HOUSE I Am Not A Girl I’m 42 so use your words properly I did not come here for compliments I…
Tag: POETRY
She Makes A Wish & Bows To The Vivid Color Of Awake She Feels
BY LESLIE CAPLAN She presses her bare knees into the cool morning earth moist with last night’s rain and bows to the vivid…
Roar, Because You Reign This Jailhouse {Of Self-Imprisonment}
Self-imprisonment within thought…
Away From The Shore Of Mind Shit & Into The Poetic Knowingness Of Your Body
I want to thrive, I want to ride the smooth waves of language down under, the kind that forces meaning from the deep recesses of my soul – turns bits of coal into gems that burst open hearts with shine.
Hallowed Ground
Won’t you pick me up I will dust myself off then mold my soul into something this world has never known I will rise and soar and prowl yes, devour every awesome inch of your sacred territory your hallowed ground…
Be Filled With Wonder — Keep Moving, Living And Being Your Best
Today your breath may move a certain way, keeping your blood moving, the pain at bay Today is your day. Be filled with wonder. Not Why, How, or Who. Only worry about you. What you can do. Keep moving. Living. Being your best.
Connect At The Point Where Electricity Sparks
Connect at the points where electricity sparks hidden desires secret cravings locked-down dreams all crackling with livewire energy…
Flap Your Beautiful Wings Of Self-Expression Without Validation Or Applause
Does she still need the cocoon? Can she bloom without the safety, warmth, security? Can she live without the struggle of emerging from her nest?
Listening To The Mountain Murmuring: The Melody Of Equanimity
Myriad of leaves, falling down with mists of last night approaching – twenty minimeters of ethereal presence, kissing
the thick ridges – is the soul.
To Know Deep In My Marrow: I Was Not From There
I am from long days playing in the yard until the sun set and it was too dark to see my feet.