OH! We're done. Thank God.
Closely I followed her
Down the street we used to tread
Through the fields where we once played
To the store where we last fought
She stood in the aisle and cried
But as I reached for her
My hand could no longer comfort
And she straightened, wiped her eyes
And walked away
Welcome!
- Debra Renée Byrd
- Deborah Hawkins, penned Debra Renée Byrd, began writing after a blank book project in elementary school and never stopped, fashioning stories based on her favorite TV shows and movies before creating more original works. She studied at the University of the Arts and Florida State University before settling down and graduating from Temple University. She now resides in her hometown of Dover, DE, where she spends most of her time at work or at church. She loves fantasies, superheroes, is a trekkie and a brown coat. She loves television and lives for Final Fantasy video games, having collected most of them. She has read a myriad of authors, and her favorite authors change whenever she finds a new book that changes her life... "When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't crawl...well, you know the rest." -Tracey, Firefly, "The Message"
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Poem-A-Day #29 Previously...
Take a line from a previous poem this month and make a whole new poem.
She had taped her wings down
Curled herself into a ball
Tucked her face into her lap
Closed her eyes
And wished the world away
Now she will open her eyes
Lift her head
And tear the tape away
Today she learns to fly
She had taped her wings down
Curled herself into a ball
Tucked her face into her lap
Closed her eyes
And wished the world away
Now she will open her eyes
Lift her head
And tear the tape away
Today she learns to fly
Poem-A-Day #28 Problem
Not to be confused with trouble?
My problem with poetry
Is that I can't think of
Things to say that will
Interest anyone but
Myself
My problem with poetry
Is that I can't think of
Things to say that will
Interest anyone but
Myself
Poem-A-Day #27 The Trouble Is...
TWO DAYS. I can't wait for this challenge to be over. I'm getting a D in it.
The Trouble Is Me
I let so much slide
Keep so much in
That once I am fed up
I burst and you
Are part of the wreckage
The Trouble Is Me
I let so much slide
Keep so much in
That once I am fed up
I burst and you
Are part of the wreckage
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Poem-A-Day #26 Animals
Cats
These bitches
Think they own
the world
Love me
Rub me
Feed me
Is that salmon?
I don't eat salmon
Pate?
What the hell?
No thanks
This couch is wonderful
Clean my pee
Oh wait,
I have to poo.
These bitches
Think they own
the world
Love me
Rub me
Feed me
Is that salmon?
I don't eat salmon
Pate?
What the hell?
No thanks
This couch is wonderful
Clean my pee
Oh wait,
I have to poo.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Poem-A-Day #25 Sports
Sports Entertainment
The fights
The high-flyers
The heavyweights
Pin falls
Submissions
Tables
Ladders
Chairs
Oh my
Drama and promos
Pyrotechnics
And flame
All to make
A Champion
The fights
The high-flyers
The heavyweights
Pin falls
Submissions
Tables
Ladders
Chairs
Oh my
Drama and promos
Pyrotechnics
And flame
All to make
A Champion
Poem-A-Day #24 Love/Anti-Love
Two for Tuesday was (big surprise) missed.
To frown when you
see others kissing
and holding hands
Is to remember
when last you did
the same
To frown when you
see others kissing
and holding hands
Is to remember
when last you did
the same
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