Just a few pics I took while hanging out with my family before they went back to Texas. Great day I’d say
Downtown Seattle – 1
Posted by Lady Valor on June 20, 2013
I am beyond pleased to have had the opportunity to be published along some some of the most talented writers I know in OUR NEW BOOK simply titled Poetstuffers: An Anthology. We have put together a collection of some of our best work to date. A wide range of topics, issues, and events are explored by each individual, and even expose some of the deepest parts of ourselves through each piece presented. Right now we just have it available as a hard copy, but will soon have it ready for e-book distribution as soon as we can. I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am of this accomplishment and to be able to share it with all of you. I will leave a link to the book if you are interested here, as well as create a page with any of my published work so it can be easily found in the future. I am also working on a little something something of my own as well. More detail on that later though. For now, I just want to enjoy this milestone 🙂
He lays his head upon the pavement,
For the first time in his life.
Just off the highway exit
On the corner of 8th and Sunrise.
Mr. Bright Eyes, they called him.
So young and alive,
With a diploma and a dream
To better himself inside.
He had everything he needed
And goals to succeed someday.
He stepped onto the campus.
And was well on his way.
But now he lies here, cold.
Alone.
And with nothing.
He lost it all in an instant
And society watched him in awe.
Tuition’s too high.
And The Government cut his funding.
Couldn’t find a decent job
And As citizens we did nothing.
Except place our faith in the system
To sort him out on its own.
After all, it’s what we paid for,
The shelters, the loans.
The food donated to the helpless
Who lost their place to go.
I saw him one time
Driving down I-5 ,
Shivering in the rain
Dutifully holding a sign.
Praying for miracle
As cars pass him by.
I brought him some coffee
And an umbrella today.
Hoping for a smile
To cross his aging face.
And it did, for an instant.
As tears filled his eyes.
And he told the story
Of Mr. Sunrise
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
To understand one’s self, one must think
One must clear their mind
And analyze the being
Reflected through their eyes
And try to find the
Definition
Of the one
Who is
“Me”
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
I held it there at my fingertips
And I felt it slipping away.
Just moments before it fell
I had no words to say.
I gave it my all
And now I breathe.
Finally,
I am
Free
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
