She is me.
Hidden by gravity, grasping any sign of life.
Coming home to the dust of the earth.
A place of longing, to be loved.
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My Writing to do List
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- Be Human-?
- Write
- Drink Coffee
- Write
- Be Human-?
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Tomorrow
Screams
won’t abort
it’s sorrow
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Too quick
for slowing
down
My,
My, My
blowing wet smoke
burying these shiftless chords
adding up the dead,
Forgive us
Our transgressions
are multiplying
Forgive us.
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She
released her
perching
Shadow.
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We writers are not alone: So many Poets/Authors have paved for the for Artists to Survive:
Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘My all time favorite- Enjoy!!!
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/dunbar/pldunbar4.html#WE WEAR THE MASK
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Smile girl but not too hard
Speak up but not too loud
Shuffle long ,shuffle long’
chile- now I see
You have no eyes like me
You have no hair like mine
Your human qualities so undefined
quit trying,shufflin-
on my neck
Hold still
Let me be…
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
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I
was
here
Soaking up
Love
like
brown paper bags
Here is my latest piece: I am Writing for Healing
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
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Snapping at the night
drifted reflection
We were
Electric,
dreamer’s
soul stirring,
expanding,visionaries
and beautiful too…
C’mon on
and shine a little light
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Carry me through sandy storms, where smiles are real
and stoney hearts are kept
Far away
exchange my hour of disappointment.
Atone now, oh soulless foe.
Carry me to the land where humans grow
Krissy Mosley Ministries 