Pen'D Poem : September 29 - October 5

I'm Jus Des...

Oh I'm pretty huh
You don't know me hun
Sometimes I feel so shitty son
Sometimes I wish my days were done

Oh u think I'm a great poet
My words make u smile
Ur comments and likes show it
Sometimes I wanna blow dis joint
Sometimes I feel y'all miss the point
I free my soul thru these heart wrenching words
Nouns pronouns adjectives and verbs
But sometimes it just don't work
Ya'heard
It just don't work

Ppl always think I'm the smart one
I'm so intelligent
Wisdom surpasses the length of years lived
But sometimes I just don't give a f*ck
Sometimes I wanna throw all my shit in a truck and run away til my legs get tired
Cuz life gets in the way of the enjoyment of wordplay
Sometimes I wanna stay
Keep trying
But as I write these words I can feel my spirit slowly dying
Brain frying in overload
And I get so tired of carrying this burdensome load
I be in bitch mode
Like this shit don't make no sense mode
And that's when I blaze and blow
Cause the smoke
Won't let me go
I toke
I choke
Then I flow

U think I have it all together
Cause its seems I've weathered many storms
But hell nah I ain't above the norm
I'm just a sinner who falls down repeatedly
Steadily awaiting The Creator to throw his hands up and give up on me
Lost cause
Then I pause
I do this shit
Cause it do what it does
Drains open up
Releasing my floods
I spit blood
I shed tears
Tried confronting my fear
Spent many years
Flinging sweat from my brow
Inhale
Exhale
Cheers and jeers
Ppl are flaky
Anyhow
Act like they love me
Deep down they hate me
Deep down inside
By no means mistake me
I really don't care
Except when I do

Let's talk about the truth
I f*ck up and still owe dues
Debts outstanding
And I been played and played others a fool
I break hella rules
I was cocaine's tool
She used me
Schooled me
On how to f*ck up and lose
Then I flipped a coin
Rolled a die
And I choose
Life
Except when I wanna die

High price
For justice to repay strife
For what was taken from me as a little 3, 4 and 5 year old baby
Shit crazy
I let it go
Or I thought I did
It still mentally enslaves me

So u see
Please don't strive to be like me
Compliments is cool
But u really don't know me
Ppl always come to me to vent
Or to ask for advice
Sometimes I wanna scream out
F*CK MY LIFE
I don't have all the answers
And shit who really does
But if u think I'm that girl
Who encompasses all of the above
Then, bless ur little heart
I owe it to u to keep doin my part
So I'll write
And write
And write....
CX

Desiree Luce Winston

 
 

Pen'D Poem: September 22 - 28

A Man with a beautiful mind
Is sometimes hard to find

A Man with a beautiful spirit
Who lets it shine, so you can feel it
Projects it, so you can see it
Walks in it, so he can live in it

A Man with ambition
Seeking knowledge to empower
His self and his seed to create
a new breed

A Man with a beautiful body
Healthy ,Strong
only makes up part of the being
but completes the whole

A trinity of creation
The beginning, the middle and the end
Is what is the best about a Beautiful Man

Created in God's image
Perfection in every flaw
A Beautiful Mind, Body and Soul
Will Taylor II

Hold Applause, No Applause [Mature Readers]

Hold Your Applause Now
I'm Ready To See Now
I'm Ready To Speak Now
I'm Ready To Be Now

Please Hold Your Applause
I'm Ready To Speak Now
Can You Believe...
...Now?

My Mind Speaks Volumes
I Speak For Myself.
My Heart Tells Stories
I've Kept Within
Who I am...
Is Here.
Hold Your Applause

Killing A Spirit
Slowly Dying In Shame
From Outside World,
From Outside Pain.
No Applause?

Stepping On The Surface
Of This Fragile Glass...
Treading Softly 
But I'm Still Falling Fast.
Black Alice 
Going Down The Hole.
Where She Lands
No One Cares, OR Knows

Do You Care?
Will You Care?
Is This Too Much To Spare?
F88k Your D8mn Applause.
I'm Fighting For a Higher Cause.

Holding Your Applause?
Why Do I Care...
You Never Praised Me.
Nor Ever Cared.
I'm Talking About You
YOU
You
And You...
With Your F88king Judgements...
Your Wretched Black Heart..
I'm READY TO BE Now!

Surrounded By Silence.
Blank.
Staring At The Wall.
Blank.
Crashing Inside.
Blank.
Where Do I Feel...
There Is No Place.
Darkness I Tread.
But Cannot Sustain Much Longer.
The Light Calls Me.
And Tells Me To Breathe Stronger.

Don't Praise Me Now
I'm Pulling Myself Up.
But You Keep Knocking Me Down.
My Smiles Are Frowns
B8tch That I Am...
What Lies Beneath...
I'm Not Allowed To Be Happy.
To Be Free & To Speak.
Held Down By Your Control.
I've Learned To Abide
Cut My Soul Into Pieces
But I Remain 
With Some Pride.

Wrong Or Right.
I Have No Sight.
I'm Not As Good As You.
Scared Of Your Bite.
Pick Myself Up...
Pull Me UP.
When You Throw Me Down
Ignore.
Degrade.
Ridicule.
For Your Love Of Me.
Damn Your Sickness.
F&ck Your Love...
Tis' Not Love But Evil.

Surrounded By Silence.
Blank.
Staring At The Wall.
Blank.
Crashing Inside.
Blank.
Where Do I Feel...
There Is No Place.
Darkness I Tread.
But Cannot Sustain Much Longer.
The Light Calls Me.
And Tells Me To Breathe Stronger.

Holding Your Applause?
Why Do I Care...
You Never Praised Me.
Nor Ever Cared.
I'm Talking About You
YOU
You
And You...
With Your F8cking Judgements...
Your Wretched Black Heart..
I'm READY TO BE Now!

Do You Care?
Will You Care?
Is This Too Much To Spare?
F8ck Your D8mn Applause.
I'm Fighting For a Higher Cause.

My Mind Speaks Volumes
I Speak For Myself.
My Heart Tells Stories
I've Kept Within
Who I am...
Is Here.
Hold Your Applause

Hold Your Applause Now
I'm Ready To See Now
I'm Ready To Speak Now
I'm Ready To Be Now...

Please Applause...

What? No Standing Ovation? 
Not Surprised.
 
 


Pen'D Poem: September 15 - 21

The unspoken truth.

There are stairs in life we must climb.
Some are afraid to go forward some are left behind.
Do not walk.
 Run, for life is too short.
Learn all you can and go forward.
Do not be mislead, cause tomorrow may be too late.
listen, learn, prosper, achieve.
Be determined, get what you need.

Wanda Meka Williams.

Wanda Meka Williams

What's dead shouldn't bleed

What's dead shouldn't bleed


A lot of my work isn't from
personal experiences. Some
I've experienced through others some
close some far: family , friends , news
movies etc.... And sometimes it is
personal but with my style of writing
it's very hard for the reader to identify
which is which. This piece is very personal

I am me because
of what her childhood
forced her to see / family,
before her children you couldn't
spot a branch on that damaged
tree/ if you did it was broken
absent the nutrients to sprout
a leaf like when it rained the
soil beneath purposely rejected
the food it was given to eat

Jail, group homes, and
shelters these places so
unfamiliar to me but my
mom once called them home
she lacked the guidance that
all children need / grandma
was a addict heroin weakened
her motherly reach / her
best friend an alcoholic
she took full custody /
her addiction convinced
her my mother was the enemy
every time she drank she revealed
a new method for my mom
to bleed / her brother blood
related was far from brotherly
not once but two times my uncle
forced himself inside her space
where only a significant other
should be

My mother is
inspiration for
"breathe" to do
it's deeds because
her will to survive
exceeds the beast
in deaths need to
feed it's greed

Four siblings
a total of five
with the addition
of me / that intermission
after two the doctors
sworn would exceed
the definition of
brief / an attempted
suicide supposedly
stole her gift to conceive
but God said people please
and enhanced her chances
by three

after that attempt
to give back her gift
of life she tried again
and again her arms
too familiar with the
sharp of a knife / depressed
from a haunted past that
told her it'll be better to
live with Christ but he
never sent that request
so he made sure she
continued to fight

Today things are
much better then
yesterday the past
is long gone but
on occasion it shows
it's face / family! That
tree so much stronger now
  I'd say and together
we make sure that the
past knows its place

What's dead shouldn't bleed

© 2013 viewtifulink


First

First

First, and far most.
I'd like to thank you for being you.
For being by my side.
For staying true.

Swag swipers, and shine blockers,
are no match for your loyalty.
You stay loving me, being my queen.
The mere act, exalts me to royalty.

You flow like an aphrodisiac
saliva through my drive.
Placing cursors on links,
making the obvious easy to find.

Cheesy flavors of your smile I yearn.
Mouse overs quicken your departure, and return.

You are sexy gone viral.
Downloaded pleasure,
unwarranted searches,
apprehend your arrival.

Status: textually active, in a textlationship.
I view your post, and lose my grip.

I think about the possibilities of us.
When life rains its doubts.

I think about the possibility amid.
I think about the possibilities without.

I opt for the first.

The one that squeezes my azz,
scratches my back.
Quenches my thirst.

I think about you.
How you became the first breath up out of a dream.
If I may,
if I can,
let me borrow
Barry's words;
you're my first,
you're my last,
my everything.

LQ.

Dance Is ME

When I dance. the first thing I say is "God accept this praise please"  and for the time that I'm dancing I feel like he's lookin at me the most,.. sinful, dirty, deliberate tired old me, The same me that rushes out the house without prayin, or never really thanks him for the time he spends settin up blessings for me that I have no clue about. So they say when you dance, You get to see who that person is, they bare their heart and weave stories right in front of your eyes, and only those with the gifts God gave can see that and relate,..
So let me weave a similar story, through my words, untamed and very free, just like my dance, not many periods, because when I dance just like these commas I stop only briefly so you can understand me.
When God watches me dance, I know he sees how, I wave,.. the pain moves from one point of my body to another,
sometimes it'll show up in one spot and travel unseen into another part of my body, or when i wave in segments, is as if I can control how much goes where, or as if I've learned to tame it when still its uncontrolled,
When I pop, its as if I'm hardening myself to the daily problems that seek out my weak spots,and seem to hit me where it hurts most, or when I lock, that quick tense moment, show how deep and how grounded I need to be when things happen the impact on my body may even wear it out but that hardening only turns into stamina for the future
when I tick, I take the time to make it intricate enough to show you no matter how big the area of problems around me is I can take emotion and minimize it till it looks unreal, as if its not even there
When I strobe, I take that same small feeling, and place it any where in every where, pausing for each millisecond only to go on further pushing little by little towards my destination
When I tut I show that being accurate and right, can only help me be precise in how I work things out whether its around me or in myself ,...
When I finger tut, I take that same concentration, and add to it, hoping God sees the picture I'm tryna paint for him.,
when I animate I take the time to demonstrate how some days I have to literally motivate myself just to get up and face the day
when I glide I show how smoothly things go over when I trust  not just me but God and knowin that my feet are on solid ground
When I freeze  I stop it all, to take a moment to talk to God, and hope that in that moment he hears me so when I move he moves my problems along with me,
but see dancin isn't all an expression of pain for me,.. but that's the most beautiful and harmless way you'll see me release it, so when you see me dance, don't see it as a show of skill, see it as me showing you what i give to God when he looks at me, the me who will try and try and try until I get it right,
Keep workin on me God and perfect me as I perfect my moves,..
now you know me....

Theron Steele



Septembers Chorus

Septembers Chorus

Delicate leaves scorch,
In the last weeks of summer,
Trees wilt helplessly,
Animals store food for their hybernation,
An autumn breeze brings septembers chorus.

Copyright 2013.

Tree Of Knowledge

Tree Of Knowledge

Standing very proud,
Watching the years rolling by,
Wisdom is now found.

Copyright 2013.

The Ones Left Behind

There’s a slow burning river of
sadness rolling through my heart.
There are no fish, no urchins, not a
living thing in its waters but the pain of
the ones left alive
.
There are no trees along these
blasted river banks, no birds fly
its fiery air, no creatures come to
drink its scalding waters but
the ones left alive.

Bubbling whirlpools swirl inside my eyes,
powdery grit fills up my nostrils, sticks
to my lungs, makes me move with
the slowest motions and I don’t
know if I’m alive.

Black river of tears flowing through
my veins, roaring in my ears,
making me insane. There are
no words, no reason, nothing to
say to ease the hurt for
the ones left alive

Too horrendous to conceive,
too ghastly to relive, too
monstrous to believe for
the ones left alive.

Copyright 9/11/01--2013 Dennis John Ferado


Pen'D Poem: September 9 - 14

Black Weeds

When I’m applying for a job, nobody cares that my mother has two doctorate degrees; my father has his own company. All they see is
that black dot, damn if I came from fine stock. 
Just another nigga
trying to get bigger, just walking down the block cops reach for the trigger.
Why is it that?
I’m the most hated being on the planet, a black man holding his own. I never had to rob and steal plus I own my own home. 
 No I didn’t grow up
In the projects for that I consider myself blessed but hated by my own people cause I didn’t settle for less. Now I’m Uncle Tom cause I didn’t plot
To kill my own brother, selling crack on the corner or getting on it, to
support my habit stealing from my own mother. Just another punk cause I didn’t spend my life in and out of jail, considered a bookworm cause all
my classes I didn’t fail.
Why is it that?
I’m not considered a success, congratulated and treated different from all the rest. My less fortunate brothers and sisters try to tell me I’m not acting black. But what is acting black? Is black striving to be going nowhere but on welfare with an attitude like you don’t care, or is it about growing up to be a crook? Tell me why black means it’s too hard to pick up a book.
when I want to be reminded I’m black all I have to do is apply for a job,
go shop and I dare not go for a jog cause I might get shot. Mad at me
because I don’t want to be associated with crime. Just because I’m black
why should I have to do time. How could you be black and proud to be a
fool? Who told you that bending over, being somebody’s bitch in jail was
cool? But I have to give the little fagots props.
Who said black people don’t stick together?
 In Attica we run cell blocks. Now ask yourself is this
the life you want for your seed, then by example you should lead. Pick up
a book and stop growing little black weeds!

Andre J. Carter

Fury Of A Wasp

Fury Of A Wasp

Wasp flies furious,
Beating wings in frustration,
Against a glass window pane,
Never getting anywhere,
Until I let it escape.

Copyright 2013.

Nobody's Woman

I'm a full grown woman. Why can't I find a half grown man?
I'm just kiddin, I'm not settling and that's the case at hand.
Dating has become such a task, a chore; I must be a bore? 
Coz I don't twerk it like she do, work the kinda job his last
GURL did. I just can't deal with it. You see I've gotten so fed up,
hate won't fill me up. Ya feel me?…I don't wanna go there.
Lawd knows I don't. But something is wrong. It's not all about me. 
I'm the last and the least. Still I'm gonna demand my respect,
it's the queen in me. Nah, I put up wit a lot of things but a lying ,
trifling, non azz wiping man ain't one of them. These lips-of-mine
can be stubborn and mischievous. So rough Carmex can't soften
them up. Ladies, it just seems unfair the way men look at
my housing, clothing, like I'm a hood rat. Like they
are so up to par, as they roll around driving rental cars, living
at home wit mama and work temp jobs. Still, I'm good at
the bar. Oh yeah, I look good enuff to give a head applause.
Until I put em on blast, smash those sweetie grins real fast
like a bad car accident. And then I'm a crazee azz bytch!
Then so be it. I'm love sick y'all and it's terminal. I've fought
a good, long, hard fight. I just can't seem to find a man that's
right for meeee. I'm not chasing_____  hold on. It's
the fact that every man  I meet wants to be out of his league.
He's either above or below me. Or out of his rabbit azz mind!!!
There comes a time when you wait for some things too long.
You know what… guess what. Love can kiss my black behind.
I'm not lying y'all. I'm sooo done wit the online, offline, hotlines
and chat lines. These blurred lines have ran from my page.
As Robin Thicke would sing, in a different way.  I guess…
I'd rather be my own fool than to ever think, love and I could be
cool like that… That my life could be possible like that...

jhp©2013

My Choice

~ My Choice~

Whispers.......in the name of tears
Nights crying...trying to conquer my fears
Hearts weakened....in the name of love
Sullied......like that of a black dove
Captured......Within the blink of an eye
No retreating this prison
He screams for me to come to him

I shout at the top of my lungs
Release me
But he never hears me 
The noise drowns
It was your choice
You chose his way
You chose to stay

Clouds darken......a soul gone astray
Lost and forlorn..... A heart turned gray
Shallow breath..... As I beg for death
No retreating this prison
He screams for me to come to him

I whimper
as I crawl into the fetal position
I'm sorry
I didn't mean to fall
But he never hears me
The noise drowns
It was my choice
I chose his way
I chose to stay

The Valley


Tho I walked through the valley
I smiled
No longer exiled
For I am in my garden of Eden
Yes I was born a heathen
But I turned my life around
And I proudly wear this crown
A queen maybe not
But royalty best believe
Why cause I achieved
The wealth of loving myself
Death hung at my feet
But I dared to not give up
And too reach for my dreams
The stars have lit my way
Through that valley today
My lows no longer touch the ground
And my highs are closer then the sky
I've got my eye on the prize
Glad I didn't believe the lies
As my flesh becomes new
My verses grew
To a state
For I will never break
Too much at stake
Throw that negativity into the lake
Let the fire burn
As the rose blooms
On snow covered ponds
Summer sings that song
The kiss of the morning dew
As I forgive myself
And life starts anew...

There Were Signs


There were signs
From the beginning
I knew I wasn't going to be winning
To him always sinning
Didn't grow up that way
I still ask my self
WHY did I stay?
Guilt on top of lies
So many tears shed from these eyes
The drops a sea
Of what we would never be...


EMOTIONAL...

From the silent treatment
To years of name calls
Making me always take the fall
Excuses
To his verbal contusion's
Lowered self esteem
Berating my dreams
Felt less then a woman
Just wanted to be loved...

PHYSICAL...

It started with a poke
I was a joke
Blood pours
On the mental scars of my
Already fragile heart
Pulling of my hair
Oh but he never did care
Who was there
Dragging me across rooms
Scars still show the burns
Love with no discern
Choking
Poking
Kicking
Punching
Threats of death
Wow that's what he did best...


SPIRITUAL...

I was not Godly
Was lower then him
Remembering how
He used Jesus against me
He told me
I was worse the Eve
I questioned my faith
He used his knowledge
To chastise
And criticize...

SEXUAL...

Molesting my heart body and soul
So cold
If the truth be told
Still hard to speak
On the acts he did to me
Cheating
Biting
Igniting my pain
Raping
Ravaging my body
Leaves a bloody taste in my mouth

Broken bones
Are now pitted with his ashes
So many a night I was at the
End of his lashing
For years draped
In a crimson sash
But soon learned to take my life back..
I NOW stand as much more
Then a survivor
I'm A thriver...


Taken from When Darkness Comes To Light available to buy on Amazon

Interlude

~Interlude~

As I soar to invisibility 
I dream of you 
Fly away with me 
Let's be free 
Let's soar like an eagle
Two hearts
One beat
Let's see
What no other can see
That love can conquer
The world
Let's live again
If only for one moment
Let time stand frozen
Trapped in each others arms
Away from harm
Draped in your embrace
Safe in your cape
My sweet escape
From life's woe
Today I'm not cold
Moist kisses
So delicious
As I whisper
I adore you
I implore you
To grab my hand
Let me save you
from your solitude
An interlude
To what's to come
Let's live
Laugh
And be in love
As doves begin to sing
A girl can always
Hold on to her dreams

The Call Of The Wild

I remain in a dream like state
Why can't every thing
just fade away
Falsmatic symphony's
Playing with my reality
Has it messing with my mentally
Psychotic tendencies
Dependent on psychedelic rhymes
Loosing faith
In the raindrops
Denied by the tears I cry
Composed by the call of the wild
Walls indented
No incentives
Take the pain away
And live free
Rejection
Mistaken identity
Diminished visions
By a blind mans captivity
Droughts taking the breath
Out of the land
Such anger at hand
Pedestals and thrones
Porcelain Gods
And bleeding clones
Stealing from the night
As I sit back and hear the cries
I sigh
The call of the wild
A unruly stepchild
Originality left for dead
Pumped with false knowledge
Death of a thousand lies
My Ink leaks
As this pen bleeds goodnight...

You ever met an angel

You ever met an angel
 
I've met mines....

if I'd let beauty
tell the story it'll
say for the hundredth
time / the worlds perception
of amazing before her mirror
is defined even if an empty
can and a broken spark was
the brilliance that assembled
her mind

First attraction is
usually what keeps
us blind / that soft
that tames your hand
when comfortable grants
you permission to meet
the load she held behind/
or a figure that's shaped
like that glass that uses
Sand to portray time but
if my description of beautiful
glorified her smile every word
that came after would lose
it's place in line

After this love was
born what my eyes
use to swipe as
beauty my mind
would decline / the
care for what appeared
between each blink faded
with time / what it took
to flip the switch that sat
under what's registered
as amazed grew in size,
what she offered was
a greater bright it dimmed
the light of that beginners
interest to expose the dark
between her thighs

You ever met an angel?

Does her equipment
support your eyes?

That bird was born
with wings it doesn't
mean it's destined to
meet the sky / if I told
you I could sing would
you applaud before I
tried? / don't assume
you've witnessed beauty
until she uncovered what's
hidden inside

Have you ever met an angel ?

This time around
I swear I've met mine
because I'm yet to spot
my wings but whenever
she's near to the ground
I am blind / when time
shackles our presence
with every second we
share the sky living
beyond the clouds rumor
has it where angels reside

You ever met an angel

© 2013 viewtifulink
 
 

Friends with wordz

Friends with wordz

I've come to the
conclusion that my
head shelters an
addict / his addiction
inspiration which turned
my mind to a gun it's
type machine with the
selector switch on automatic

boats and truckloads
of words a fiend for mental
traffic / my eyes and ears
a bridge for information while
my pen creates your passage

A salve to the
reader he's made
me proud to call
you master / your
reactions to my thoughts
and notebook clashes feeds
my passion which was conceived
by his addiction so his high forces
my action this means we need you
the most absent your response my
systems crashing

Can't remember the last
time this mind was ruled
by me / this love for chaining
words never fed my heart
this artistic beat / this blood
that filled my veins used to
look like yours I can't explain
this ink / I blame his addiction
gods messenger sent to awaken
what he planted in me

We all have that
drive it's control
we can't explain /
I understand now
it's your purpose
demanding change /
once you locate
the reason your
blessings of life
was gained you'll
understand why the
mental override was
arranged

Friends with wordz

© 2013 viewtifulink
 
 

Sparrows Splash

Sparrows Splash

Little sparrow lands,
Sips water from bird bath,
Then a splash.

Copyright 2013.

Old hello's

Old hello's

Scars.... Are physical
reminders of lessons
some in which he
wish he didn't have
to learn / time supposedly
heals all but certain relations
kept him linked to that lessons
initial burn

His hero as a
child never was
viewed through a
tv screen / his
dad and the time
they shared wasn't
much but to him
granted the world couldn't
mimc it's means

his father also
a mother her role
stolen as he was
conceived so his father
worked double making
sure the blessings from two
was always received

When ever his father
worked he would pay
visits to uncle dean /
now dean wasn't blood
related but time hand
crafted his family positioning

He trusted him...
his uncle...
family declared by
time a real brother
his father made it
seem but when ever
his care was at hand
he was forced to embrace
an awkward scene

The pain would all
begin once his uncle
said " lets play bring to
life uncles favorite dream " /
a game he hated to play but
was told never to tell or
his dad was someone he can
forget about ever seeing

He trusted him...
a child yet he knew
right from wrong a
concept which told him
fun never had to sting
but the love he had for
his hero kept him silent
he never said a thing

Now an adult...
and the sight of his father
reminds him of dean/
the old tales he repeatedly
told gradually removed the
scabs reintroducing them
childhood stings / vivid
memories brought back
to life every scene when he
heard his name / stripped
of his innocence tied down
and told you'll feel pressure
but promise not to scream

Old hello's

© 2013 viewtifulink


Memories

  Memories....

Mental stains with
the ability to relocate
his state while disregarding
the stationing of his feet /
death strolls with a smirk
bullets directing its step and still
with a memory he's placed
where he wants to be

Bliss preserved to
carry him through
horrid realities so
even when his eyes
are alined with defeat
all he sees is his reasons
to breathe

His lungs feed, the
air corrupted by the
foul of broken families
men this army turned his
brothers a war which labeled
them casualties / still through
the toxins he manages to only
smell the sweet his baby
alway left on his shirt it was
her mothers favorite cream

Memories..

" daddy! " he fell in love
with the fact that he
was someone she'd forever
need / explosions in addition
to the lives sneaking away from
their beings made for a dreadful
sound he hates when devastation
sings

his memory deprived
him of all the havoc
that would ring by
substituting its sound
with the love in his
daughters scream

" daddy! " hearing her
call him repeatedly
added fuel to his burning
desire of a reuniting scenery /
He made it home thanks to
a loving memory of one who
doubled the reason to why his
heart should continue to beat

Memories

© 2013 viewtifulink


Night Walkers

Night Walkers

On through the darkness,
Under the fiercely lit moon,Creatures eat silent.

Copyright 2013.

The Crow

The Crow

Black crow sits quiet,
Preening soft velvet feathers,
Soaking up the sun.

Copyright 2013.

Pen'D Poem: September 1 - 7

Daydreamer

A gentle cool breeze,
Whispers summers name,
Sun scorches frail skin,
As the day drones on.

Clouds float with ease,
Whilst I sit there,
In my own little world,
Dreaming in peace.

Time as no meaning,
As everything rolls by,
Only silence reigns,
Leaving solitude to dance.

Soon reality wakes me,
Bringing my senses alive,
But deep down inside,
I long to go back there.



Raven Lee Baxter