some days my world seems like a series of nuances and idiosyncrasies, coping with the resident trouble maker, my imagination, and pondering another breath or a gasp for fresh hope can i float can i float can i float or drown in the flood of inspiration held in by my damn reality -Turtleberry 2007
Tabitha
My legs burned. I rubbed the rippled indentations on my calves. There was nothing soft or plush about this floor. It was more like a Brillo pad rather than a teddy bear. This wasn’t anything new to me. Too numerous were the times I had rolled around on this floor with Angel, almost rubbed my... Continue Reading →
Sharing is Caring
untitiled
i raise my glass to the pain of not knowing and gulp to fight the fear i have to ask i clean the mirror in hopes of seeing myself clean when i need to windex my eyes... bleach my mind my soul trapped inside a cell inside this shell worn by my heart battle scarred... Continue Reading →
Sharing is Caring
Sometimes
he said he felt like i didn’t love him, like he was just my friend a friend with the alarm code to my heart & the key to my soul… if only he’d turn it saw our future through a telescope growing together, taking each day as it came me, ready to abandon the script... Continue Reading →
Inside the Shell 