Poem – Drifting (By Melissa Mendelson)

Drifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
Read moreDrifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
Read moreBehind The Door – By Melissa R. Mendelson I don’t like to open the door, where the darkness lies for the darkness will drown me in forever, and the struggle will begin as my monsters will eat me alive. They’ve clawed through my skin and made me bleed deep, and I’ve done terrible, terrible things. And I struggled to shut […]
Read moreOn White Wings I Fly (For Misha Collins) (Parody of Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive”) by, Melissa R. Mendelson It’s always the same, only the monsters will change Everyday seems like the heroes are fading away Another catastrophe, where Hope is losing hold I’d fly all night just to be by their side Chorus: I’m […]
Read morePhotography – Kayaker (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Read morePhotography – Who’s Ready For Church? (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Read moreBlood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore that? It’s a fact. We’re both human, so don’t attack. I pity you with your dead. […]
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 moreBy The Yellow Light by, Melissa R. Mendelson I was nine when my parents got divorced. I could hear them arguing downstairs as I clutched Teddy in my arms. I always felt safe in this house. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with my mother, and for awhile, I did. But then my father came and […]
Read moreD CIDE Sorrow and shock has claimed our world as burning fires of revenge pour out from the ones, who gather around the tv to see our enemies dance and cheer while a coldness settles over us and a temptation to destroy to fill the void before the emptiness consumes us all, but questions still linger in the rattled […]
Read moreMy Poor Mother’s Country Land by, Melissa R. Mendelson Green earth sways and rolls. This is my mother’s home, But mother, please forgive me. They don’t know the wrong they’ve done. Blue skies have fallen. The gray clouds have come, And here comes the thunder, Rolling in, Screaming at all they’ve done. Chorus: What have they done? […]
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