“To thine own self to true.” How, when you’re not sure who you are?” “To thine own self to true.” How, when the world fights against you? “To thine own self to true.” And the world will crucify you. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “True”
Author Archives: Chico’s Mom
Broken Hearted
Have you ever had a heart broken? That pain is ours to process individually. Brute force ripped my heart out , clogged danced on it in the mud, then gave back. My baptism was fresh. My zeal for God was on fire. I weaponized the Bible. It became saturated with blood and sweat. My feebleContinue reading “Broken Hearted”
Sitting Here
One day, I started looking on WordPress at others work. Ya’ll are very talented and creative. Thank you for sharing. Some of you, I haven’t been able to see your work. I keep getting “content can’t load”. Some, I can’t figure out where to go to like/appreciate you work. 😢 Sorry. During my reading, IContinue reading “Sitting Here”
We are the stage…
Shakespeare wrote: “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.” As You Like It Act 2 Scene 7 William Shakespeare I say: “we are the stage and life is the actor. Play you. It will play you.“ 2002 – Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems IContinue reading “We are the stage…”
Were you always there?
Thank you
Where did you leave me?
Front door. Carport. Dock. Receiver. Office. Reception. Inside delivery. Front desk. Will I be found? Where did you leave me? Is it cold? Wet? Dark? Will a pleasant voice greet me? Will soft hands hold me? Will someone steal me? Was I lost? Thrown in a ditch? Lost overboard? Slipped between the seats? Wrong placeContinue reading “Where did you leave me?”
10
Most of the time; I have to peel, back the layers to discover if they are real. Memories of times long past. That were not a blast. For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed. From childhood, I became estranged. At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.Continue reading “10”
Virginia Beach in acrylic
Temporary Freedom
100 words One pleasant fall evening, I decided to build a spice rack. After gathering my supplies, I hooked up my dog then got busy. Unbeknownst to me, a humanless dog went strolling by. With the strength of a Shetland Pony, my 10 pound chihuahua broke his lead. Fat girl; armed with a cellphone flashContinue reading “Temporary Freedom”
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