Peace Became Still |
It had been days since she last saw him and way too many minutes had passed since they last spoke. How could he just disappear into thin air? Where was he when she needed him most of all. She searched... Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:49:00 GMT |
Metaphoric Labor |
I take a quick thought then I put it on paper.....Give birth to a new image with a metaphoric labor...I be the mother of this poem....Raising words to form....A full grown opinion....Writing truth on ... Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
GOD'S CHILD |
I am God's Child so that means that I am a child of the king.
Go ahead and call me spoiled because he's promised me riches I've never seen.
The land is my territory and he has enlarged some things to ... Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:57:00 GMT |
A PIERCING SWORD |
Peace My People,
I'm not sure who "they" are but they say "sticks & stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me." I beg to differ, because I know for a fact that I've been on bo... Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 09:59:00 GMT |