Writing

And my prayer for you is that you would pray, And my song is about you singing And the leaves in the park heave as tide like the anxious bre...

The ground is still rocky and older than we know with glass shovels we say we’ll dig it’s dangerous to break the ground in that...

May your pain and your scars tell on how strong you are May your tears tell on how you will laugh long and hard In the snow may you know you...

Her face is an Island in the crowd while I was lost at sea banished from prior shores by my own good taste I will gladly go to that strange ...

I could not hear their orchestra as I’m afraid a child was laughing I could not hear their bombs as time was ticking I could not hear ...

On the bridge dancing to a tune that he was humming both knowing new seasons were coming. Dancing they pledging a friendship tomorrow would ...

All last night I fell asleep to the sound of rain applauding A blink of lightning every now and then. Autumns breath within my room was all ...

‘I have been writing for about twenty-one years. I asked for my first diary when I was nine and have been journaling ever since. That ...

By Kara Bibb If you love all of it If you love some of it Hallelujah Otherwise, I must warn you O, there is no easy way to say this Nobody ...

By Kara Bibb i say we not be the hibernating breed i say we start campfires in the middle of the steet in the middle of the afternoon in the...