My journey through this world and how I see things….
I love the way this phone keeps us connected. I love the little device so much. Shiny and new and, oh so protected. Your thumbs brush over the screen While we sit here eating our lunch. The way the light shines from your mobile - Bounces off your handsome features. I'd almost mistake… Continue reading Mobile Phone
I Deep sapphire eyes - staring at the hunters. Ears perk, hearing words from monsters, "They're in Africa. Golden and new. The wolf was discovered today. A fresh animal to add to my wall. A quick shot and he'll be through." II Burrowing deep in the white snow, He'll never see me - lie low.… Continue reading Fox’s Hope
If you're a writer, you've been there before. Getting your hair cut, nails done, or checking out in the grocery lane and you're asked, "So, what do you do for a living? Just get off work?" "Yeah, I'm a writer," I say and smile back at them after they respond usually with one of these ten… Continue reading Ten Things Not To Say To A Writer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDFmRETqKTs Duckie Watching the boy across the gym, Dancing - making my way to him. His dirty shoes and pompadour hair. We'd make quite the dancing pair. What a prom it would be with him. © Susan Reed I never get bored of "Pretty in Pink" and would totally love to… Continue reading Duckie
Good morning, everyone! Normally, after I've finished creating a piece of poetry, I'll post it up here for you to read without anything said beforehand. Not so much today. I wanted to throw you guys out some warnings. This particular post is in response to the #DearDepression tag that was written to encourage awareness for… Continue reading The Graveyard
Such an honor to be a Guest Poet on Eye Will Not Cry’s blog. You can check out J’s blog here: https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/
Please welcome Susan as my latest Guest Poet.
You can read more of her work here: https://focalbreeze.wordpress.com/
If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk
To those who have partaken, thank you!
Please bear with me as I work through all the recent submissions!
“Across The Tracks”
Curled up in the dead of night,
The sense of sight is stripped away,
The distant train warns to make way.
Shaking the ground, invoking fright.
Under the bridge, they sleep tight.
Garden of hunger, the bodies unfold.
In vain they struggle to ward off the cold.
How I pray, hoping they will be all right.
In the gallows of volition the cages sing,
“Where will my next meal come from?”
Their home where the shadows skulk;
Gathering blankets and all I can bring,
Across the tracks to the slum –
A failed economy, presented in…
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I The cave is so deep and dark, I don't know where to start. How do I get out of here? Faint sound of a screech - Screeching, Screeching - What's that sound over there? II Curiosity will be the death of me, Loud and splits the ears, what could it be? Light from its… Continue reading The Light
Big Dreams Tiny little things, Miniature with big dreams. Keep moving forward. © Susan Reed | Photography and Poetry Written in response to this week's photography challenge: Close Up
Hello, There! How's it going? Today was really strange. Strange in a way where you just want to throw a blanket over your head, unplug the alarm clock, and not even get out of bed. The storm this morning, also known as a brief monsoon, came crashing at my windows but I had… Continue reading It’s About Progress, Not Perfection
Nestled into my comfy little chair, Graphics loading on my computer - Brother waits for me to join his team. Our rivals don't have a prayer. Teams of two, here we are Arrogant player asks if I'm a girl. I reply, "Why, yes I am." "Lol" he says before we spar. Sly little… Continue reading The Perfect Game
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