Someday

I’ll be away from this place someday.

I step into the morning, Blue Sky shining the full moon still up

bright and beautiful. I walk away to escape the smell and think to myself someday.

The Shining Giants are beautiful in their Majesty. Glass and Metal reflect the day. The Omni Tower with its plants on top and I wonder what up there. Maybe I’ll see it someday.

It’s Saturday a day for mowing yards, cleaning house, family and friends, maybe someday.

I think of ways to occupy my day so I’m not here surrounded by homelessness, poverty, addiction and suffering. perhaps someday.

Bright hope filled faces appear in cars and trucks. People teaching their children charity and love trying to make a difference someday.

They pass out blankets and food to the huddled masses in need, who retrieve it and keep dreaming of someday.

I have to walk away from this place if just for a while. Waiting desperately for the day I don’t have to come back. Hopefully someday.

I’ll have a place all my own something small, nothing big and a garden With flowers, someday.

There will enough room for me and a dog, Or a cat maybe a fish, something that loves me always but that’s someday.

I’d like a car nothing fancy or a truck, something cheap, and I could drive to the store Maybe someday.

My daughter will come visit with my grandson and be proud of me someday.

So I’ll keep doing my best. I’ll stay safe and Keep Hope as I head back to the shelter waiting for some day

A.D.D.???

You’re not supposed to follow the balloons as they float by, but why? Time keeps moving on regardless. What does it hurt to take a moment out of my busy day. Why shouldn’t I step out of my routine and discomfort and explore something excitingly new. Chasing the unknown. I can Step off the sweltering sidewalk and onto the grass. Escaping The Heat 2 Climb a fence and run across a Green Meadow filled with flowers who lift their sunshine faces and wave from their rootbound existence as the wind ripples down the slope that leads 2 a crystal clear stream. The water, bubbling laughter , rushes over the Pebbles making swirls as it pushes its way past little fish whose tails sway frantically trying to keep their place. but why?

Why not just float Downstream and enjoy the view? All around are Green Banks and canopies of beautiful trees that seemed to go on forever. The trees roots stretch out into the depths in search of the next drink. Sucking in life. Feeding strong steadfast trunks where frivolous fluffy tailed squirrels with inquisitive eyes race frantically Across rough bark 2 lofty branches with leaves of deepest green. Each Supports nests filled with young Birds ready for they’re maiden flight on trembling wings. They launch into a sky filled with morning the color of rainbows and puffy clouds full of fantasy. Flying swiftly they wield their power and grace on the exuberant wind as they play,

with balloons.

By Linda Jackson

Untitled (Response to Writing Prompts 12.07.18)

The beach was bare
No water anywhere
When all of a sudden
The waves were hudden
The horses were clairing at the sand that was merking
The horses’ pace quickened
Sand flying from the hooves released
The horses’ bodies lifted above the clearance of the piece of ocean that was coming under hoof
Then, all of a sudden, the waves left
The horses slowed and the beach was bare

By Caroline Jones

Lost World

Living in this world I was truly lost
Smoking crack was my ultimate cost

Being lost I did not know what to do
So I started rolling around with this low life crew

I thought I was cool – I thought I was bad
But to this lost world I been had

I was so lost, in prison I did 15 years and 8 months
All because I wanted to smoke that junk

I was once lost and now I had been found
So today I’m no longer chain and bound
In that prison compound

I remember that I was so lost I wanted to kill myself
Also, to the word of the Lord I was deaf

So instead of being lost, I get to live in the light
So to this lost world I had to take a hike

By Steven Haynes

American Dream

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining. The air seems relaxed, happy. It’s fall and the leaves are turning, one of the rare days in Texas when the heat has taken a vacation, yet the sun and blue skies have stayed to play.
There are boys in the street playing ball. The picture of every American Dream. Until you look closer. Expanding your view. There are blankets and sleeping bags, boxes and backpacks lining the crowded streets. It’s a scene of homelessness, addiction, poverty and need.
Why do you shake your head and turn away? We are not worthless. Why must we be lost? So easily discarded by those who have no stomach for the reality of how fragile social station, mental health, and Financial Security can be.
We don’t need pity. We need a chance, understanding and purpose. Some need jobs others need treatment, we all need housing anyone could afford.
We are stronger than you could imagine. Our skin grows thicker as we acclimate to our environment. We have something inside of us that won’t allow us to give up. We can’t quit or we would lay down and die. We are at the bottom crawling our way up. Trying to survive Against All Odds
Some choose handcuffs and three meals a day with a bed you can’t get kicked out of, when times get too hard. Some don’t make it, but it makes us stronger when a friend lies down next to us, gives up and dies.
Could you survive it? Could you break through your discomfort? Could you stand next to us and play ball in the street. Finding comfort and joy in the warmth of a beautiful autumn day. A day when the sun is shining, the air seems relaxed and happy, when the fall leaves are turning. On a rare day when the Texas heat is on vacation yet the Sun and blue skies has stayed to play.

By Linda Jackson

Writing Prompts 12.07.18

115. Black and Blue: Write about a time you’ve been physically hurt.

116. All Saints: Choose a saint and create a poem about his or her life.

117. Beach Inspired: What’s not to write about the beach?

Writing Prompts 11.30.18

112. Rushing: Write about moving quickly and doing things fast.

113. Staircase: Use a photo of a staircase or the stairs in your home or a building you love to inspire you.

114. Neighbors: Make up a story or poem about your next door neighbor.

The Fair (Response to “Writing Prompts 11/23/18”)

The streets were empty
It’s 4am
The fair is needy
It’s 5am
The people are speedy
Setting up the case of jewelry
Knowingly the candy lollipops are laid out neatly
To lollygagging on completely
The baseball caps are hung sparingly
For the fair requires unrelyingly
The shirts require your attention
For your dollar submission
The boots are shown
With great unknown
About how they were handmade to perfection
The hologram was
designed to unrealization
The purses were sewn
with pure realization
of clarification of their utilization
The fishes’ clothes were made to fit beyond personalization

The people walked to the tune of the beam of sound from the bands playing in the room

The hotdogs demand complete digestion for the fair’s satisfaction

By Caroline Jones

The Streets Were Empty? (Response to “Writing Prompts 11/23/18”)

The streets were empty. Not even a single mouse was there. Was it because this was a ghost town? Or perhaps no one had been on those streets in a while because of bad weather conditions. Yes, they were empty until one brave young soul decided to walk one empty street, just to get to another empty street, followed by many more on his way to his destination. He found one lost soul. Both of them walked each street to find more and more lost souls. This one young brave soul was on a mission to find every lost soul before his 29th birthday. This mission began when he was only 5 years old. With all of those years, this one brave young soul had found over 3,000 lost souls – men, women, boys, girls, all waiting for someone to pass by and save them from the situations they were in. This one young brave soul did not stop at anything. He went through every obstacle to finish his mission.

By Jerameel Ortiz