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The Bridge My coffee stained mittens grasp sea salt fingertips. Cool wind from the Red Rock Bridge passes though your soft brown hair. Blows outgrown bangs, across your face. Your body is outlined, mounted on a canvas. A backdrop of tarnished clouds. One finger at a time, you let go of my hand. Mascara runs. You turn your back, climb the rusted rails of the bridge. Murky waters rush beneath. Arms spread, you stare into the wide open. A crucifiction. And you jump. Your skirt dances in the wind. I wait for a bungee cord to recoil, and bring you…

How to Talk to Nobody Copyright August 2005, Genius Fish Designs In the real world as well as in Internet fandoms, there are big names on down to nobodies – I, of course, am a nobody, and I guess this is where my rant starts. I believe there are certain guidelines to having a nice conversation. I also believe that if you don’t want to talk to somebody, tell them; don’t waste their time or yours. Everyone has a bad day but don’t treat people like doormats. Point 1, section B – Just because you are a big name doesn’t…

1. Clover rustles It is the year 2010, and clover is rustling. Ensconced in shadow, he lurks Her beams of terror sweep his arrhythmic form Home! he thinks Freedom! Her vile searchbeams pick out the little girl Lithely tripping, blithely skipping, “I found one!” The clover is rustling. Bated, his inhalations cease as sodden blackness is pierced. They have found her. She has found her. She has found them. Blithely tripping, lithely skipping, “I found one!” To bear her crown of clover evermore. She found her. Icy steel has found her. Mother holds the sleeping child, Mary, Joseph and…

Every breath is caught Not inhaled, gasped And her throat tightens As she stares out across the sea In the setting sun she sees her life Slowly darkening, darkness spreading Over everything Choking Black Breathe In Out She looks down from her high high perch Down into the crashing waves Beating the sullen rocks on shore So far down So far to fall Gasping for air She is drowning from her high high perch One step back, to safety One step forward, freedom From life, from the swelling pain behind her One step forward Released Only a second in the…

Why does this happen?
The voices in my head,
they call out so loud.
I am ready to scream!
Why does this happen,
Why does this happen to me?

I tried to forget,
it left a scar in my brain.
Pain like that never goes away.
Why does this happen,
Why does this happen to me?

The change of thought,
the reminder of hurt.
The wave of live,
the beat of death.
Why does this happen,
Why does this happen to me?

Sweaty palms,
Aching hearts,
Bad memories.
Why does this happen,
Why does this happen to me?

Smoke Shadows
out of the ashes
from the pit of the flame
bring up new hopes
to begin to live again
symbols of destruction
against sagging clouds of grey
stark signs of pain
burnt for a better day
snake of restoration
blue belt across dead land
quench my thirst
lend the helping hand
pleas from the earth
cries from the men
consumed by the light
given in to domination
TaylorJo
August04

Bitter Eyes (Scene one) Hell. Torture. Pain. Threats. Tears. Screams. Anger. Regrets Money can’t buy happiness Though it’d sure make me smile I’m never startin a family I’m not walkin down an aisle Parents give an example Of what family life should be My examples a little screwed Cuz from what I can see Love’s not a real emotion Control’s the issue of the day Mother stays home, poor and angry While daddy goes out to play There’s no such thing as commitment All I see is bitter tears Drying into resentment ~TaylorJo January 04.04 (Scene Two) Stings.bleeds.anger implies. Betrayed.loss.moans.sighs.…

Food Not Bombs is a group that hopes to address social issues and needs in a community and do something about them. We support actions against the globalization of the economy, restrictions to the movements of people and the destruction of the earth. Food Not Bombs chapters are all over the world, but it is not internationally organized. Each group operates on its own, but has connections with other groups. Many groups address the issue of food availability by using food that stores throw out but is still good to make healthy, vegetarian meals for anyone. They give the food…

What has become
of the holiness
That sacred stone
The jar of bones

Cast aside
Not out of sight
But out of mind
My head pressed
Up against the breast
Curled up tight
By myself
But not alone

Where has the
Water run?
Jordan has come
Wound its way around
And then gone

What have I left
But this pile of stones?
Not a single tree
But me
I am done.

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