I'd be fine if my hands stopped shaking, then the words would be as difficult to produce. Simply such, calling a duck a dog doesn't make it less of a duck, just someone's twisted attempt at subterfuge, which means lying, since I don't want to be accused of thinking myself smarter, when if fact it … Continue reading Lies that Blood Taught Me
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #1
(Well...it is more of a piecing together 4 completely separate poems into one larger one...each stanza is a stand-alone poem on my facebook poetry status series...thing... which you can see if you click on it in the toolbar under Faith's Facepage) Won't you take my hand? You've already taken the rest, remember sitting on our … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #1
When I Was Young
When I was Young When I was young I learned of two roads in a wood I did not believe to be yellow, for it was a coward's color, made of caution and weariness. But I was put before the roads, and made to choose. Until I plowed forward, creating a third. When I was … Continue reading When I Was Young
#25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
Hey, I hope you are reading this. It's a few months before your 25th birthday and you are laying in bed trying hard not to cry. Do you remember this moment? Your birth certificate is on the bed next to you, crumpled from where you had hastily pulled it from it's hiding place in that … Continue reading #25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
Faith Taryn Davies 