Is it a click, or a tap, the scratch of pen a distant memory, but the hand is still the same. Yet different, aged, changed, scars remind of youthful pain that has turned into an adult. But the page is still the same; the only one who listens to cries that flowed out of fingertips … Continue reading White Page
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Closed Eyes
I closed my eyes and you were gone safe and sound, out of sight, we fight this fight and still we die. she whispered, “just close your eyes,” and in the early morn of an unassuming day she slipped from my life. No one teaches you to hold the right way, so focused on productivity … Continue reading Closed Eyes
Forgotten Project #11: Fear
The dark, the light knowing, unknowing no this isn't right I can't find it something is missing where, where, where It was just here. A second ago, it was there was a sound I felt the sound I felt... no it's hear.. Can...can you see? See it? It seems the same except, wait no, it … Continue reading Forgotten Project #11: Fear
Forgotten Project #8: Letters to My Father
*A letter I never got to write, because I always thought I had time. Dear Daddy, It's because of you that I'll never look at Egg McMuffin the same way again; well that and lakes, corner stores, wild life, Nascar, a beautiful day. When you showed up in our lives Daddy, the world wasn't a … Continue reading Forgotten Project #8: Letters to My Father
Faith Taryn Davies 