24 not long or so I'm told, it's lonely, cold, eventually bad days, worse days, of being tired, worn, frayed, is it this? can we, anyone, can we live, I'm the game, lives lost without saving, glitter fades away souls in corners wet eyes, dry cheeks, it reeks, the pain, as it fills lungs, chests, … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #4
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Lies that Blood Taught Me
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
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
Faith Taryn Davies 