Category: Hands
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God: A True Friend
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a…
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Careers & Passion
Writing saved my life. I know it sounds like a cliché. But I feel like God put a pen in my hand and a vision in my heart. In hopes of giving me something worth fighting for. I believe that we all have a vision. A desire to go after and accomplish dreams that make…
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Love Again
We can’t live forever Treasure our time together Sweet talk for days Kiss the blues away Allow glittering lights to shine Like dew dropping off emerald leaves In the spring time Walk on the warm, hot sand Let loose toes dig into fragmented glass It glitters like sunshine on the edge Of a new dream…
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My Flesh
this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
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Creativity
It comes and goes like people moving through turnstiles in a downtown building. But it’s always there. The artistic desires of the dreamer are continual and fail to end when creativity is at hand. So paint, draw, direct, sing, dance out your dreams to take the sail boat of happiness to a new land. We…
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Passenger Side
Fear has no place here. It’s the opposite of peaceful. It rides passenger side with the spirit of anxious. Moving without notice because it lacks patience. But many cater to its needs anyway. They dread the night and allow the day to slip away. Afraid of the impending tolls they’ll have to pay… But fear…
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Dirty Nails
I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it But the remnants of it… Still brothers me Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands I think of it constantly Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear At least I…
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Enough Mourning
This poem is for all the people who have lost someone they loved. Keep the faith! It never goes away. The feeling of missing you. The thought of… could I have done more. The shape of your face blends into the background of shaky memories. I can’t go back in time to hold your hand.…
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