Sometimes I wonder If I have anything left to give Any small pieces of myself left to share I feel too broken Too worn out Thread bare and bone-tired I search myself and find nothing worthy My emotions, my words are hollow My heart is emptier than my belly I feel it gnawing away within me Desperate for something to […]
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Insomnia The house sleeps, but I am awake, tiptoeing back through my day. So many pieces left lying about, I want to fix them all. They’re too distant though, just beyond my fingertips, yet, squarely between me and my dreams.
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Tomorrow Things I have this list Started long ago Though I cannot recall when The paper’s crumpled Folded and stained With edges torn and thin From time to time I pull it out Allow my eyes to scan down through Before I click my pen And quickly Scribble a new word or two No lines mar These […]
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Sun falls on parched earth Scorched remains linger All about is still… waiting The clap of thunder is heard A rumble in the distance …hope is kindled An expectant breath catches …in my chest But it was a tease, not a promise The winds change Once again I am abandoned Used up Brittle, thirsting and alone… Beneath the shared […]
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A Muffled Voice This rabbit hole seems a farcical dream. No, I blink, aware …and awake. A pen at the ready, it’s my turn to vote. This ballot, such a curious mistake. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and Arkkis Pond. She […]
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Much fades with progress When a salty snack must suffice Because there is no time for a hearty meal And conversation, like steak, Is rare, if not divisive And common courtesy has vanished Much like tablecloths And handwritten thank you notes There is no time for such niceties Such antiquated things Despite all the things we possess and consume […]
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More “Sold,” she said, as I stared in awe and wonder. But I had questions, important questions! Yet, I was silent in the face of her edict, her bright red and white sign. It was gone. So easily gone. So quickly gone. But how? Who decides what’s for sale? Who names the price? This place, this spot […]
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On Purpose By: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Not on water do I walk and, it’s true, I’m challenged by dry land. I can do, though, what I can. It is that alone which matters. All else lingers… shiny and superfluous, full of false promises and deception. I can, however, is honest, humble, bold! And I know that which I can is the must […]
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Echoes Sometimes… laughter echoes, hollow, haunting and mean. Mocking memories and gnawing away at the mangled pieces left behind. Raw, aching moments past, their humor lost. The memory though still too near. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and […]
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Quality Control By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore This, not that. No, the other way. Fix it! Turn it around; make it the same. Shh… don’t speak! Don’t question or think. Remember, conformity is the name of the game.
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