MOTHER
Mothers are meant to love you, not give Oven-gloved emotional bunches That are "for you're own good," but make your Heart battered, shattered into pieces,…
Reblogged post by Mary: Truth – as a hobby
What if we all took up telling the truth as a hobby? What if, whether awkward and red faced or free, unabashed,we spoke in unadorned…
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THIS BIRD CAN’T FLY
This bird can't fly... Yet. This bird is caught in chains, that started, when placed on her as a chick. She didn't know how many…
Lyrics
Oh, how I long for heaven in a place called earth Where every son and daughter would know their worth Where all the streets resound…
I’M NOT ANGRY
Ask me a few years back, What anger? I'd say. Good girls aren't angry and I'm a good girl. Angry? Me? No that's not allowed,…
Cloudy Days and Wishing Blue
When the blue sky doesn't appear for days on end, you feel blue. The gloom can suck your spirit or close in on you. You…
A Little Bit of Me
Sometimes, in moments, I feel me - real me Peeking through. It's often when I'm alone Its true... By water, moor or tree Just you,…
IF I STOP
If I stop, Will loneliness's grey swirl around and through me, until it has me? If I stop, will my rage rise In voraciousness where…
I’m the Runaway Bride: Maggie – that’s Me.
I’m the Runaway Bride... again and again I’ve watched the film again and again I’ve cried at the film again and again It’s me, that…
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Autumn
I walk on brown and brass, russet and ochre. With a crunch; Crisp leaves underfoot. Wind blows cool; Tall trees rustle and a bristling shower…
