By Tamara Yancosky Two sides exist on the same coin with narcissistic mental health care workers. Though it was during midsummer’s torrid heat, she perceived the raw chill frosting the sides of the horizon even before she received the social worker’s generic letter stating he was resigning to move on to his private practice. … Leer más Two Sides Of Same Coin With Narcissistic Health Care Workers
by Richard M. Ankers They bothered me. I was bothered. It wasn’t that they tried. Just being in the vicinity boiled my blood. Their voices grated. Their nasal intonations made me want to scream, ‘Say it right!’ If they laughed, it sounded spiteful. When they looked, it made me retch. Again, not because they focused… Leer más Unbothered
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love You bare your words, exposing secret places and thoughts. Elegant words and face haunt my thoughts. I imagine you close to me. Your soft and gentle face near. Your eyes allowing me… Leer más Secret love by John Coyote
by Cristina Steliana Mihailovici I’m sitting in my chateau And looking to the sky. It’s blue without no shadow, Some clouds are flying shy. A simphony of colours Perfumes and drops of joy Are covering my senses, My eyes, my heart, my soul. The night is coming slowly, The stars are shining strong Some fire… Leer más Summer’s Reveries
This morning as she appeared at the foot of his bed, in the light of the covered window, she sucked at her lips and said, “Ah, to spend one’s life ever thinking about the girl one thinks one’s not good enough for. Pathetic. I so pity the loser who lives life so. You know why?”… Leer más if we consumed our love… by Bogdan Dragos
Today I will be married, and the entire village is invited. Is that why my mother cries? I have seen her wet cheeks and swollen eyes. Yet she pretends it’s the dusty wind that bothers her. Is she overwhelmed? Saddened to lose her eldest daughter? She has six more to care for. The married women… Leer más The Village Bride by Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden I was the only Brit diplomat left At the fall of Saigon, April 75 Thought it prudent to make a sharpish getaway And escape whilst still alive Just outside of the US Embassy Amidst the panicking throng A pretty young local girl approached me Asked if she could tag along She said, ‘Kind… Leer más ROMANCE IN A TIME OF WAR
by Bianca Alina I woke up in someone’s loving arms, But it was just a dream It was cold and it was raining with ice Ice from the sky, Ice from your soul And tears were falling from my right eye I stopped crying from my left eye a long time ago It’s closer to… Leer más The Left Eye
If I don’t see you all day You should be upset You should come and surprise me After the office hours When you come to see me Bring crimson red roses You reach that spot early And enjoy my memories When you remember me You should forget the world Let go of all your worries… Leer más Crescent Moon…#Free_style by Jane Aguiar
by Petru Racolța You keep asking me to control my love, As if it were a passport to your heart, Which is worn out by so much research And there are increasingly indistinct inscriptions. I fear it will wither like autumn leaves, And it will crumble in your trembling hands, Turning to dust, like love… Leer más Passport to Your Heart
by Anca Horga The short night calms me, the moon’s rays caress my young green leaves. I can hardly feel the march of ants tickling me anymore. I sleep in a soft summer breeze. In the morning, as soon as the sun rises up, I get a bucket full of water, my food for the day.… Leer más Thoughts of Green
It’s late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot I walk towards my car when she comes out from behind the yellow dumpster approaching me holding a clinking piggy-bank in her pale outstretched hands “No thanks,” I said and resumed my walking,… Leer más there is a middle way, apparently by Bogdan Dragos
It wasn’t the darkness that bothered Shane, but the insecurity of being on his own, all alone for the first time in many years. In fact, he had never been afraid of the dark. Even as a young boy, he had spent most of his time loitering in the dark alleys near his grandfather’s house.… Leer más The Best Friend by Terveen Gill
Thelittle bird looked at the sea. It looked so small. As if a single gust of wind could make it tumble into the water. It was perching on the longest branch of a tree, by the seashore. The end of the branch reached a few above the water. From the window the little bird looked… Leer más The sailboat by Brian Martin-Onraët
by Rana Just dive deeper into my dreams Swim through the ocean of my heart Swing in to touch and blow my emotions Stay melodious, be drawn into my Art Charming Cheeks, please stay purple No blemish on thy smooth & thin belly Your scent has mesmerized the ocean Body made of gold, yet softer… Leer más My Mermaid
by Daniela Topîrcean We went hand in hand with the word the vowels caressed our fingers like the wind. We walked hand in hand with the word the vowels caressed our locks like the wind. We walked hand in hand with the word the wind was flipping our sheets in the light of the word.… Leer más Hand in Hand
BBYCGN Writing How do we impart to a mother who lost her child that God loves her and knows what he’s doing? What of the man who loses a job and cannot support his family? We recognize God doesn’t change, and he loves us. He hasn’t stopped. And as trusting followers, his plan is developing… Leer más Comforting A Giraffe With A Broken Neck Through God’s Love by Tamara Yancosky
by DidiArtist Sometimes one look is enough Into a person’s eyes To fall into a maelstrom of emotions Getting lost in that labyrinth In the spider net of reflecting feelings 12.09.2022 DidiArtist https://didisvgp.wordpress.com
I don’t have to watch late-night fright shows to get a bad case of the creeps. Pretenders and swindlers lurk on my computer, preying on naivete. The monsters in fright shows dissolve at the ending. I know I can sleep peacefully. The creeps on the web aim to get me to trust them so I’ll… Leer más Creeps by Nolcha Fox & Barbara Leonhard
by Tea Solon When Heart Enshrines ‘Never’ are you self aware when to sever toxic ties, filthy excuses of forever When Heat Ends Now are you gritty, ready to somehow row changing sea’s blow and bow When Hope Entices Newness are you deep in self tenderness to let go of mess and emptiness tea solon August… Leer más When
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