Photography ? – Who’s Ready For Church? (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Photography – Who’s Ready For Church? (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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Read moreShatter Now, you have done it. Glass all over the floor. A space where it was. What were you looking for? Give me a better answer than that lie. You know who you are, so don’t cry. What about society and those who stand away? In that mirror, your true self will stay, despite living a lie, crying yourself to […]
Read moreAUTO PILOT By, Melissa R. Mendelson “How was your father’s funeral?” “It was fine.” “Just fine, Gary?” Gary stretched out on a brown, leather couch. He turned to look at the older gentleman sitting near him with his legs crossed and a notepad and pen in his lap. His brown eyes held his gaze, and then Gary resumed watching the […]
Read moreVanquished by, Melissa R. Mendelson The vulture flew around in circles as its prey awoke to a world slipping apart piece after piece while the bald eagle lay buried in the sand. The vulture swooped by and ripped open an arm with its sharp beak as the prey screamed out in pain, which echoed over the vast land. The […]
Read moreAlmost Nothing On My TV by, Melissa R. Mendelson The summer’s coming to an end. I’m sitting on my porch, watching it die. Enjoying the heat and watching time fly, And there’s nothing on my tv. Almost nothing at all. All the good stuff is waiting for the fall. There is the good Preacher, Trying to save us […]
Read moreI’m Not Coming Home For Christmas by, Melissa R. Mendelson Desert sands are the stars shining tonight. Warm kisses of wind are the wings touching my back, but I still can’t take flight. So, here I am on Christmas with my heart begging to be held, but I know. I know my love will be found. This war […]
Read moreThe cruelty of mankind is to be blind to innocence. When the streets run red, some awaken to the pain, but others stay cold, hard. The beauty of humanity is strangled by hands fumbling with knowledge, minds refusing to open, and some see while others stay blind, ignorant. The streets behind me are covered with the dead, innocence caught in […]
Read moreAre We Real – By Melissa R. Mendelson The elderly couple sat in their chairs, waiting to be called. As they waited, they drew close, and he said, “What is Reality?” She didn’t answer. “How do we know, if this, we are real?” Still, no answer. “Does that not worry you?” She took a long moment to think, and then […]
Read moreDreams Always (For Paul Walker) – By Melissa R. Mendelson We drift along dreams across the silver screen, and we laugh. And we love, dreaming of falling deep into the arms of the one, who steals our breath away. Gorgeous is a word said often, but I dig deeper. And I find a heart of gold riveting in passion, and […]
Read morePaint My Heart Red by, Melissa R. Mendelson Say those three words, and paint my heart red. See the passion light inside, and keep me warm forever in your arms. And the movie ends. My heart is crystal, and all those lines are the scars from those that have come to break what I keep inside. Now, my […]
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