Someone’s Little Girl

Tears fall like liquid diamonds,
Into the palms of dirty hands…

Knowing

I have more in common with a murderer than a minister,
As the red, white, and blue wraps around the sinister…

War Torn

Thrust upon us this horrid war
Lives cast in blood and sand
Can we ever hope something more
Salvation but prayer in weak hand

I Miss the Bullets

It may be hard to imagine that a person who writes a blog on their own philosophies, beliefs, and conclusions isn’t a bit narcissistic. And, you would be correct, as I likely am. But the one thing I have found the hardest to talk about, to almost anyone, is my time in military service.

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life