I Write

I came out of the milk-house wearing a old coat with strips of bright red material pinned (with big, yellow ducky diaper pins) to the hand-me-down, mismatched buttoned coat.  The red is to protect me from deer...

The weary sun this day does not rise 
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.  
A man near the opened earth, of no...

I have loved you; it seems, since the beginning of time – so deeply it feels impossible to have begun with my relatively insignificant life. My longing burns when we are apart and consumes when we are together. The more I have of...

I think what hurts the most ..
Is when you give your all ..
To someone ..
Through thick ..
Through thin ..
Through big ..
Thought small ..
Thought hard ..
Through easy ..
Through the day ..
Through the night ..
You're there for...

It could be simple.The way a stain happens to a blouse.The way a mother is only because of what comes out.The way air hitsa chewed up apple, and browns.Something no one wants to touch... Or it could be this...A thing I've only seen...

I write, certainly. The problem is that what I write disgusts me. Disgust is not a strong enough word, actually, more like I loathe the words on the page with every fiber of my being.

I look down at a poem I have written and there are...

I have always written down my thoughts for as long as I can remember it makes me feel calm and helps me in my life I suppose it is all to do with letting of steam and letting go of things. One thing is for certain it is one of the...

Thoughts about you
Memories of yesteryear
Dreams about next week

All shoved together
Into one small mass
Of living matter

Ugly it may look
But it is definitely
The most beautiful
Part of a human

Without it
We are nothing
Nothing but...

Ricky went to summer camp every year, but in his 16th year he didn't want to go because he was dating for the first time.
He spent his last week at home apologizing to Jenna, who said she understood and that she'd be waiting for him...

So I'm taking this English class, befittingly due to my being an English major, and the professor begins the class by conveying to us that, last week, she had to have a private little talk with one of her students because they had...

I am drunk
Mind is circle
Go kerplunk
Mind is sunk.

Tendrils invade all I love
Reaching deeply
Imitation of a dove
Stars above.

Olive leaves
Give me hope and
Fear does leave
I do grieve.

Long for feeling
Body crumbles
Spirit leaving...

If you are like me, you want your life to mean something more than an accumulation of days and nights passing in a melancholy blur of mundane tasks that include nothing more meaningful than the biological performance of breathing in and...

A friend had just gone through a great yet, exhausting adventure. I walked in as she was just sitting down at her desk. She breathed a sigh of relief. I felt it deep inside, as if we were connected spiritually or I had been with her...

is this what they call tabula rasa?
the slate isn’t clean after all.
i am burdened by a torrent of arbitrary non-events
looking for a place in which to collect
memories, stiff, in abeyance

to the principles of unrest
this emptiness...

All the sheeps on a sunny day was eating grass to the grassland,near the river,one sheep stepted out from the others and said ''i will fall to the river'' the other sheeps told all together
''you are a sheep you can't fall into the...

Who watched them?
Only the birds glanced upon them not knowing what they saw.
On the soft morning air music drifted quietly into the peace of their still place.
Their place, a spot by his river.
Trees stood  like still sentinels...

Love on one side, hate on the other, how is that, which to choose..Like a magnet i'm pulled to your negative, always playing the positive fool.Can't do it but I want to win, you make me crazy, putting bullet's through friend's.What's...

Alone, bored, and depressed I looked out the grimy window at my view of the skyline it was beautiful the lights cut throught the darkness like the lights of a million stars. I suddenly became aware of a growing sensation of relaxation...

I recently received a contract to publish my book. It went live February 14th under Inknbeans Press. Tomorrow night, April 10th, at 9:30 pm eastern time I'll be doing a live podcast with Jeff Bushman on http://www.GoingBeyondRadio...

Clara Barton’s Astonishing Life
By
Joe De Nova
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​[4]Growing up in Oxford Massachusetts in the 1820’s had a great effect on the adult life of Clara Barton. [1]She was the youngest of seven and was as small and shy as a newborn...