Drawtober day 7

Monday Poetry

Poetry

My Wings

By

Patricia Harris

my wings were clipped
before I had grown
strong enough to fly…

so I crashed as they said I would
crawling upon the ground
trying to reach home once more …

I had to recreate my wings
from the bones of the soul
they burned within.


Drawtober day 6

Drawtober day 5

Drawtober day 4

Friday Share

Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Drawtober day 3

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - I am Done

Can I please go back to avoiding the news?

Serena’s poem this week came from a news story about a child being drowned by their own parent. it’s not an uncommon story…but I’m getting tired and old. I have never been able to understand what drives a parent to kill their kids. I don’t understand why parents abuse their own child either. I have had some issues where I have made mistakes but I am not talking about that. I am talking about the ones that purposely hurt the kids. I don’t understand why.

Innocence is not a reason to hurt. If you can’t handle kids don’t have any. Some people just should not be parents.

Drawtober day 2

I really am enjoying the Drawtober and the ability to share with you .

Wednesday whisper

Poetry

Breaking Down

By

Serena Mossgraves

the news speaks
of another death,
a child found in tragedy,
and the thought begins
that society is
breaking down.

perhaps it is but the symptom
of the design,
a disease of the collective mind.
darkness seeping from each corner ,
so the only ones that see
the ones that suffer,
are the childlike.

Society is
breaking down
and not a soul
notices…