spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
in the quiet evening hours she criesalone in the stillnesssitting beside her bedpillow coldsheets wrinkled and muteshe scrolls and remembersthe lies, the betrayaluncertainty she’s trapped and nowshe cries for what should have beenwhat was supposed to bedreams lost, faded, unrealisticheart pierced throughshe will never… Continue Reading “Trapped With My Books”
Raw Earth Ink is proud to present John A. Graser’s second book of poetry, UNflawless: Facetiously Imperfect. From the back cover: “In this collection of poetry and lyrics, I return strong and steady, sharing my experiences, thoughts, and raw emotions; taking you, the reader,… Continue Reading “Available Now – UNflawless: Facetiously Imperfect by John A. Graser”
My heart is filled with autumn Breezes teasing my hair loose From beneath my wool hat A river dried up left a winding trail For which my feet to travel Crisp air invading my lungs Honking vees moving overhead Crunchy leaves beneath my boots… Continue Reading “Change of Seasons”
The leaves on the trees have become smudges, merely a backdrop I look right through. I see nothing. I see everything. Everything. You weren’t able to reach beyond the now into tomorrow. You stay in the past and try for today, but never tomorrow.… Continue Reading “In the Last Light of the Evening”
I highly recommend you click on over to OD’s site for a really well written article (which I contributed a little bit to, as well as Bree) all about content authenticity and writing/sharing in modern times. ~tara caribou INTRODUCTION (By O.D.) Do people actually… Continue Reading “Watering The Masses. REBLOG from O.D.”
It’s okay that you don’t love me. I’m not hurting. It doesn’t bother me that you don’t read what I write. Sliding razor blades across my skin helps me feel (better). Stopping helps me feel (better). I’m happy. I’m getting used to us being… Continue Reading “Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)”
Your feet nearly touch the thin line, waiting, then pushing a toe tentatively nearer; you sigh wistfully, pull back gently. What delight may be held, should you ultimately cross over? Would it be to your peril or your salvation? There are risks and there… Continue Reading “That Fine Line”
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