Standing alone under this turbulent sky No words enter or escape me I, who is at a loss for meaningless chatter
By Shannon Feltner7 months ago in Poets
My originality of thought It is something that cannot be bought She works all day for pay I sleep the day away She has 4 kids
It was the last thing that was seen He knew this to be true What could it mean? Was everything all done in vain?
By Shannon Feltner8 months ago in Poets
I am standing your door How long have I been here? Do you know that I am here? Do you know even care? I do and I’ll
There it is again Sitting there in the corner Watching me with those curious eyes Will I wander over there?
I see them sitting in the trees Do you see them too? Look how colorful they are! They are lit up with secrets
Shaded by gray, this place I see Is it in my dreams? What stories lie within? It’s skeletal hands reach towards the
By Shannon Feltner9 months ago in Poets
I was an author once Now I sit on the streets I had a great story She stole it in the dead of night I tried to
I see the same faces every day You might think it bores me No! It amuses and inspires me I see such tears and such sorrows
I am who I was then They sit and stare at me with observant curiosity Their eyes stopping and glaring at every imperfection
Who is it there? Who is it supposed to be? Do you know? Do they know? Who are they shielding from the rain?
By Shannon Feltner10 months ago in Poets
Look at me Do you know who I am? I know who you are How do I know? That’s the question isn’t it? Do you really
