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Sparks of 100 degrees

I feel the heat of the sun still on my skin

as if I brought it inside, as if it was him

The more I basked in it presence I felt my life begin… 87 more words


At humble form 

Bit by bit I’m shedding the layers of dead skin

Cracking and done with it’s life span

My Bones are dusted off by the wind and my soul can’t catch fire… 86 more words


Quiet Unrest

The house is quiet, everything is still
Save for the turmoil within
Making sense of it all seems futile
So many words unspoken
So many emotions spent… 25 more words


Freedom (Poor Poem)

Canadian Forces
Recruitment Day,
Cape Breton University:

free education –
lose that noose
we pay to make our

killing! Business brisk
as the flag-whipping,
February wind.


Author: Sean Howard


Poetic Justice Jeans

If you’re a woman with curves you’ve experienced the frustration of finding perfect fitting jeans.  Poetic Justice Jeans believes, “you’re a shape, not just a size”. 48 more words


Winter Beach

It is unrelenting
and sucks life away
yet it continues to howl
all night, all day:
a heartless North wind
on our Hot Sands Beach… 194 more words