This poem was written in the summer of 2000. It is sort of anti-love poem. Once I once was in love Not that I no longer am It's that he is not And frankly never was Caught in a whirlwind And blinded by emotion I longed for someone To care for and to love But… Continue reading A Poem – Week Eighteen
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A Poem – Week Seventeen
This poem is more spiritual than the ones I usually write, but it is about more than actual angels. It's about believing in anything that one cannot see. Angel You are there within every moment Times when pain and sorrow exist And times to celebrate I can't see you, but I can feel you… Continue reading A Poem – Week Seventeen
A Poem – Week Fifteen
Something about this poem reminds me of Game of Thrones. This was written somewhere in that tumultuous time during my later years in college or soon after. I can tell whenever something was written during this period, even if it isn't dated. I felt hurt, lonely, frustrated and at times, hopeless. Life was not turning out like… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifteen
A Thanksgiving Poem
I know Thanksgiving is not always a happy day. This poem was written on November 24, 1994, during a particularly tumultuous time for my family. Thanksgiving The air is filled with good smells All is supposed to be good and well But this year is a living hell With the mounds of mashed potatoes… Continue reading A Thanksgiving Poem
Another Poem – Week Fourteen
I ran across this poem the other day and it keeps popping into my head. It is about one of my least favorite things: gossip. This was written around 1994. Gossip It starts deep down At the bottom of the city Aint this a pity With all the gritty Gossip to be told You tell… Continue reading Another Poem – Week Fourteen
A Poem – Week Fourteen
I haven't posted a poem in a while, so I searched my notebooks for a poem about autumn. This one was written sometime in the fall of 1994. Fall With a sudden breeze you come around And shock and surprise me Where has summer gone? Because it is now fall. Tree leaves turn yellow,… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fourteen
My #WCW – Maya Angelou
I am going to try out a new kind of post discussing my #WCW (Woman Crush Wednesday - a woman crush is one of my heroes or a person I admire). When I was 11 years old, I was a girl without a hero. For a portion of an autobiographical essay I had to write,… Continue reading My #WCW – Maya Angelou
