Come… Sleep Come… sleep rest your weary mind. Out of your darkness will come a light Come… sleep let your dreams carry you away on a precious journey Come… sleep I’ll watch over you until the dawn starts breaking through and the morning light awakens you Come… sleep dream through the night and you willContinue reading “Come Sleep —Walt Page”
Author Archives: Jeanne
Cascading: Longing for Water
put over all thingslove: the bond of perfectionthe peace of Oneness Read more Longing for Water
The Devil Will Set Me Free —Charley Priest
This man I didn´t wan´t to become Devil talked to me Hence I let myself bite that so called-e (I´m just a piece of good hearted… think so) Bo! Don´t be to surprised when the bo can make you a little mess in your body. Sorry. Out. Read you all lator you innovator, have aContinue reading “The Devil Will Set Me Free —Charley Priest”
Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers
Here I am. Beergut, oyster sauce on my t-shirt, pantlegs twisted into corkscrews. I am the poem no one wants. I have been rejected from 17 blogzines, 5 of them fledgling, and not once with anything but a lousy-arse form letter. All I have been treated with is apathy, all those smug & coddled editorContinue reading “Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers”
Hair Tied Up in Madness —Marysa Writes
My hair is a prelude to my mental illness, an introduction to the dissatisfaction with stability within me; The first time I ever dyed my hair, I was sixteen, a peak in the development, rather lack thereof; my brain once a high-functioning factory, now a run-down fun house, cracked mirrors replacing every assembly line thatContinue reading “Hair Tied Up in Madness —Marysa Writes”
We wake to watch the city … Svelte
We wake to watch the city rise from a leaden slumber with the taste of moonshine in our mouths and starlight coated tongues we speak enlightening … We wake to watch the city …
The Weather Inside My Mind —Intellectual Shaman
the weather inside my mind changes like fair Easterlies until islands of bad energy consume my soul and soul-sucking tasks get done effortlessly my creativity loves chaos and so, cleaning closes my mind forcing a new direction with artificial power unwilling to allow a mess. I’m making the waves as my universe shuts down untilContinue reading “The Weather Inside My Mind —Intellectual Shaman”
Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey
By Scott Bailey © 2014 A ring of solid light Hovers just above the ground Spinning with infinity Casts glamour all around This is Where the white wolves dance It is said the be the child Of the seed of forbidden fruit Born from secret knowledge Found on a hidden a hidden route Around itContinue reading “Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey”
Clandestine —You Little Charmer
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Branches —Emotional Notions
We sit and talk as you begin to explain, all of your brokenness from whence it began. I silently listen and don’t interrupt. I feel of it’s essence your beauty of now. For it all has formed you the way you should be, for no one escapes the brokenness tree. ©EN, All Rights Reserved emotionalnotions.wordpress.com
