She smells the metallic tang
iron
copper
inhales the essence
life
death
dreams the future
rock
paper
scissors
blood.
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poem- red lipstick January 1, 2014
A sales lady
rhapodized over my
red and purple shoes.
“I wish I had the guts
to wear something like that,”
she said, sighing.
“I always admire
great shoes on other people.”
.
I told someone of this,
and she said,
“I know what she means.
I used to envy people
who had the courage to wear
red lipstick.”
I smiled,
gazing at her scarlet lips.
“Do you feel super-powered
in that lipstick?”
Her eyes just twinkled in response.
.
We hold ourselves back,
from what will
make our spirits soar,
reveal our natures,
demonstrate our individuality,
because of what?
Fear of censure by dullards?
or
Fear of our own unleashed potential?
.
Embrace the tokens
of your power:
wear shoes that make your feet
dance in the street,
and lipstick that makes your smile
a billboard for your joy.
Be you
in all your
power.
.
(Thanks Julia, for loaning me the lipstick image). 😉
poem- pages December 8, 2013
turning pages
story unfolds
redirected
reinvented
rising action
turning pages
new narrative
next adventure
climax
turning pages
volume 2
life unfolds
poem- city lights November 22, 2013
Every light
moving on the streets
blinking in the buildings
Every light
a life
story.
Poem-soap July 20, 2013
Sitting on a soap bubble
floating in sunshine
reflected glare on the surface
of my seat
blinds me.
I rise on
the iridescent
clarity
of the emptiness
that is my only
safety
from the
inevitable
bursting
fall
6 words June 28, 2013
Describe your life in 6 words:
.
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Waiting, wishing, working
Dreaming, daring, doing.
.
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One of the other English classes at my school did this assignment , and had them posted in the hall. My favourite was the boy who’d written,
“I am my mother’s best mistake.”
Shall I compare thee July 4, 2012
I know. School is over the year. But still, when you come across something this great, you just have to share. 🙂 The referenced poem is at the bottom, just in case you wanted it.
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SONNET 18. William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
write on the page April 13, 2012
“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.”
Edith Pierce
Our life is a story. Some are romances, some are adventure stories, some are didactic, some are political thrillers, some are fantasies… What’s yours?
Shawn L. Bird 
everything in an instant July 15, 2012
Tags: change, instant, life, next, what's, writing
Brian Keaney in The Cracked Mirror p. 15
In an instant, everything changes. You meet eyes with a stranger. The baby is born. The car swerves into your lane. You make the phone call. You send the email. You drop the manuscript in the mail. The child dashes into the street. The news arrives. A letter arrives.
Whether it’s real life or whether it’s fiction, in an instant, everything changes. What happens next? How you choose to respond creates the next chapter of the story.
In an instant, everything has changed. What’s next?
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