He was there
to hear my sonnets of sorrow
to give me a hug when I need one
to make me laugh despite my pain… 58 more words
Eyes + Words
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Yellow brick roads right beneath our noses,
shown to the world and they hose it with a fake plastic roses.
Damn she’s elusive. 102 more words
You are like a language I learn daily
Another sweet word every day
You are like a mystry I reveal daily
Another little bit of it every day… 63 more words
If we come to sleep
We are His drowsy ones.
And if we come to wake
We are in His hands.
If we come to weeping, 119 more words
was not one
to make sounds
above an infant
house, no, our mother
would have us flock
The John Bale Book Company
This post was written by intern Elise Plyler.
When I was first introduced to “The Diabo-Lady” by William Combe, the title immediately caught my eye. 1,183 more words
I wrote in a journal
tore it to shreds
I made you a plush doll
ripped it apart
I handbound a book
tossed in the trash… 81 more words