Tag: Thoughts

Fossils

the ghosts, the shadows, the echoes

Cliche

I don’t care if it’s been written before or if writing about love is cliche… here are the facts: I’m an earthy, passionate woman who is in love, and deeply so. I’m in love with the words and the earth and the sea and… Continue Reading “Cliche”

In the Last Light of the Evening

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”

An Overdue Update

I know, I know. It’s been a month since I’ve been off WordPress. I guess now is as good a time as any to give you a small explanation and update about both me and Raw Earth Ink. In Real Life… The beginning of… Continue Reading “An Overdue Update”

Watering The Masses. REBLOG from O.D.

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.”

Lies I Tell Myself (and Sometimes Others)

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)”

That Fine Line

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”

Grey, Forgotten

bursting forth in color

The Peddler

Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska

The Pegasus Fiasco

Apologies for my apologies

Sircharlesthepoet

Poetry by Charles Joseph

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

Robert Charboneau.

Writer and Artist

living document

a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind

Anonymously Hal

Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts

FRANKENSKIES

The Lies in the Skies Exposed

Writer In Retrospect

"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou

The Tigress Awakens

Welcome to my tiny corner of the universe filled with poems that I have written.

ED A. MURRAY

Author | Freelance Writer | Blogger

singlemomlife

livingforthemoon

Better Letters

Butterwell's Blog

my life as a piece of string

... from a silent space