It Wasn’t Me

Frank Solanki

I looked at the mirror and I saw
Someone else staring back at me
The face was similar to mine but
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me

There was guilt all over his face
It was plain and obvious to see
Lies dripping down from his lips
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me

Regret hanging from his brows
Deceit circling wild and free
Wings of envy on his nose
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me

Then I looked at him even closely
Those eyes of sin and misery
That look was indistuingishable
It must be me, it must be me

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Because You Love



I found the most brilliant stars
the gloriously bright sunshine
and the boldest colors of rainbows
in your eyes, in your smile
and in all that you do

you are my loveliest melody,
my sweetest poetry
and my warmest story

you glow, you shine
because you love


Let’s pause for a moment and think of our loved ones amidst the chaos and drama of the pandemic.

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – September 18

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 262 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? Half of the year is in our rear-view mirror, and I am drawing a line in the sand. The targets I missed, the stories I didn’t compose, they no longer matter. These last six months are history. Done. I won’t lie, 2020 kicked me in the head, leaving me stunned, unsteady, and incapable of completing anything beyond basic tasks. I bet I am not alone, but don’t count me out yet. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? I am confident I will discover I am more capable than I have ever been. I dug deep, reevaluated my annual goals, and I decided…

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When Yesterday’s Sacrifices Become Your Fondest Desires for Today – Daily Quote

Jo Hawk


Please don’t force me to wake before daybreak, turn on a bright screen, and create. I am not a morning person. I bear no resemblance to anything remotely human until after my second cup of coffee. My grunts and groans are unintelligible, stringing two words together is an impossibility, concocting a coherent sentence — well, that’s not happening. I have learned to avoid my weaknesses.

Before the pandemic, Friday night dinner plans were a ritual. I looked forward to an enjoyable way to mark the week’s end. I met my friends, enjoying wonderful meals while we discussed the latest happenings and shared juicy gossip. We told jokes, laughed, and celebrated the highs and lows of what was once normal life. Many nights I came home to my laptop, and with a burst of energy, I would write dawn tinted the sky.

On the rare occasions when our schedules conflicted, I…

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I once was…

Her Writing Haven

I once was a child
Left broken and battered
Mostly locked away
As if I never really mattered

I once was a small girl
Always searching for a way
To be free from the shackles
That plagued me every day

I once was a young lady
Just wanting to belong
Only realizing my efforts
We’re pointless all along

I once was a grown woman
Looking for a hand to hold
But after a long, futile search
I discovered I’d become too old

I once was an old lady
Holding onto deep regret
Wishing the good Lord
Would just make me forget

And now I’m a crushed spirit
Dreaming of the past
The life I once knew
Just went by way too fast

If only I’d accepted
The life I’d been given
But instead I just looked down
Never really livin

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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Word of the Day Challenge


Our word today is “Agastopia”.

Agastopia (n)


Admiration of a particular part of someone’s body.

The visual enjoyment of the appearance of a specific physical aspect of another person. (note:  The specific physical aspect will differ from individual to individual, so no smuttiness implied, necessarily).   I, myself, enjoy a handsome physique in certain men.  Others?  It’s their winning smile or their eyes.

Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.

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Most importantly?   HAVE FUN! 


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Your Unquenchable Thirst

Source of Inspiration

Welcome your unquenchable thirst
that pushes you from your apathy,
willingness to settle for less,
your fears which cripple. Feel
that thirst as a man crawling in
a desert longs for cool shade and

Thirst to understand who you are,
why you are here, what your mission
in life truly is. Long for your
soul to drink from the cup of
the Divine, to know you are so filled
with the Water of Life that you will
never feel thirst again.

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Three Hours Past Midnight

Walt's Writings

Three Hours Past Midnight

It was three hours past midnight
Night has fallen softly
And I was still awake (or so I thought)
Staring at empty pages
All night long all I saw was you
The mists of time

Were clouding every memory
Making it difficult
To remember every moment
You are the best part of me
Never in my wildest dreams
Did I think I would be loved

By a beautiful woman like you
Suddenly I heard your voice saying

“Walter, lean back in the recliner
and put your feet up”

As I woke I realized
That it had been a dream
And the pages I thought were empty
Were filled with words
Words which became this poem

~The Tennessee Poet~
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