a story, simple really I swear it has a beginning a middle, and an end, although not always in that order. Let's start though, where all things start, at the end of something that once meant something else but has now become this thing, entity, purpose, but I digress for it is a story, I … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #16
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #15
In dreams we searched for it, fantastic fantasies of whimsy that lead down paths that never knew of potholes skid-marks, or memory ribbons. We sang, we danced, and were unafraid of the tightness in our chest because we knew, we knew, it wasn't illness, or fear, it was happiness, it was Joy, it was peace. … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #15
Stopping at the End of the Starting Place
(dedicated to Kelly, a beautiful compass in this world.) The place to start is at the beginning's end, where everything and nothing makes sense, make syllables synonymous with sound purpose until everyone understands the difference between function and reality. For the scattered portions are truly the best dreams, living fully while the rest of the … Continue reading Stopping at the End of the Starting Place
What Happened?
*I'm not giving up on my letters, I just had to get this poem out* What Happened She said not to use I or very, or stuff, thing was useless and it all led to excuses, and a terrible rhyme. So he drew it in the sand, and left it for everyone to find only … Continue reading What Happened?
Faith Taryn Davies 