Everything we receive is a gift.
One of the most misunderstood word!
We are never truly broken...
Not the obvious one... Of course!
The white steed Race across the meadow...
Being kind is the hardest thing.
Christime Ray is an amazing poet. Her poems always have this scalding heat which will burn you if you are in the wrong, Illuminate if you are in the dark. This is one of them. An amazingly well written piece!! Visit her blog for some more mind stunning works.
I will not be silent
I will not maintain the peace
I will say the ugly words
out loud and I will not flinch
Discounted simply because we are women
To find our voices as women
to speak our truth
is a revolutionary act
that says that your voice
Deserve to be heard
If my refusal to be silent
Makes me a bitch
Then I will be loudest damn badass bitch that I can be
Silence leaves us to blame ourselves in isolation
Silence benefits only those who have hurt us
Silence has been the noose around my neck
The soul ache of my pent-up screams of rage
Every 13th story window I have considered walking out of
How fucked up is that?!
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A refreshing and interesting take on the prompt! I liked it!!
The moon was very fond of eating the dark. It found a perverse pleasure in devouring large chunks of it whole but there was a case to be made for savouring each bite of blackness. Both ways of eating had their own pros and cons and, as it was, the moon felt slightly torn between the two forms of consumption. If it were to suck in a huge amount of shadows, pulling them forcefully away from the larger body of darkness, and stuff them into its crater of a mouth, there was a sudden burst of inky flavour that, though fleeting, gave the moon a few seconds of sensory overload that was a true delight. It would feel a fresh, cool sensation inside its core that was thoroughly refreshing but, alas, lasted only as long as it took for the shadows to be digested. On the other hand, if a…
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