Forgotten Dreams

May 2014

Danna Evans

My thoughts circle in worry,
Dripping resentment and judgment
Into the purity of now. Help me.
I know what I do, but I do and I do and I do.

Danna Evans

When we see our bad habits as a choice for the first time, we are given the gift of vision, but the curse of the remaining repetitive action. It's so painful to watch ourselves trip and fall. I try to remind myself the progress is IN the tripping and the falling.

Forgotten Dreams May 2014

Yes, I am a ****

You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a ****, and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a ****?
Because yes I'm not like you...

It's not exactly a poem, more of a reaction .... but it is true for everyone out there that gets called names...It says a lot more about the name-caller than the you

#life #***** #ugly #different #fat #**** #individuality #names #badday #neverthesame #neverandaday

May 2014

Hannah Anderson

Like God

We are like a religion.
We, the tired ones. We,
the middle of the night ones.
We, the howl at the moon ones.
We, the aching.

May 2014

Hannah Anderson

Untitled

Loving you was
the most
exquisite form
of self
destruction

but I did it
I did it anyway
I wanted to reach
and touch
the flame
to bite
the fruit
to see
to hurt
and I wanted you to fix it

May 2014

John F McCullagh

Bird, Uncaged (for Maya Angelou)

When eyesight dims and hearing fades,
when even memory wanders,
then the griefs and pains of age
might prompt one to fly yonder.
Our sister, Maya, was great of soul
and wears this cage no longer.
Her wondrous words still sing to us
if we but stop and ponder.

On hearing of the death of Maya Angelou this morning.