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Library – bookowly
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Leah. – Esther's blog
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Writing is the strip tease of the soul. He laid on the bed. Knowing he appeared dead,. But he couldn’t care. She was gone. Leah. He thought about it. Thinking about the hit. How it got all dim. So much like fiction. Film. He knew now it was all play. And he was game. He turned to the sun. And let the ray. It wasn’t over. 8212;————. The people you don’t expect to are the ones that play us the most, and what is more game than the sincere love of a person? 8212;———–. I hope you all are having a good day.
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Uncategorized – PoetryofSL
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March 13, 2017. The Cost of Time. All I ever heard was the clock in your office. Tick-Tock. I asked you about it, you made eye contact with me for the first time but only for a second. Long enough for me to be okay with you never doing it again.The stroke of your pen on the prescription pad was loud but… Read More The Cost of Time. January 29, 2017. January 29, 2017. My Empty Womb is Offended. Well, here I am now, a woman who’s triggered. That’s… Read More My Empty Womb is Offended. January 25, 2017.
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Friends – PoetryofSL
https://stephaniebennetthenry.com/2016/11/06/friends
If ever we were only friends,. It was never for long. We were always more. The friends who can’t stop giving in. To the feelings that touch us deep. Down to those layers that cut through. Skin and bone and God I’ve never. Stopped loving you, friend…. Forever touching me in all the ways. I never want you to stop. My heart stays in the pieces. Of how you crash into me. Time and again…. And I’ll stay broken forever. If you promise to keep picking me up. With how my name sounds in your mouth. November 6, 2016.
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Beautiful Doesn’t Lie – PoetryofSL
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Beautiful Doesn’t Lie. The mirror, the ugly mirror,. It lies all day when it looks at me. Judges me with a reflection of. Laughter, shards of disgust. Or it’s the people, all the people,. Patronizing me with condescending. Tongues, and eyes that cannot. Be seeing the same as the mirror. It cuts into me like stares that. Stab my soul with every gaze,. And I don’t know how to make it. Stop I am not seeing myself in. The same light as the mirror,. The people, the blind reflection. Learned to look at myself.
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Beautiful Doesn’t Lie – PoetryofSL
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Beautiful Doesn’t Lie. The mirror, the ugly mirror,. It lies all day when it looks at me. Judges me with a reflection of. Laughter, shards of disgust. Or it’s the people, all the people,. Patronizing me with condescending. Tongues, and eyes that cannot. Be seeing the same as the mirror. It cuts into me like stares that. Stab my soul with every gaze,. And I don’t know how to make it. Stop I am not seeing myself in. The same light as the mirror,. The people, the blind reflection. Learned to look at myself.
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November 2016 – PoetryofSL
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I stood in your shadow for years while you thought you were in mine. Funny how we remember so differently. Maybe it hurts less to forget, so we remember things in a way that shines the light in our favor. But anyone who knows me knows the way my mind takes pictures to capture each moment… Read More Selective Memory. November 29, 2016. The Gift I Saved For You – Introducing Stephanie Bennett-Henry. Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. November 28, 2016. November 27, 2016. I hope you...
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Lies Remembered – PoetryofSL
https://stephaniebennetthenry.com/2016/11/24/lies-remembered
I hope you feel powerful now. For taking a low blow to my heart. I hope you feel bigger than the smallness. You were always running from. When no one was around to save you. But that’s all forgotten now. I was lost somewhere between the truth. And the day you forgot how to tell it. I was put in the corner. Of where your dirty lies. From that smile everyone believes in. I know the feeling. Because I once believed it too. Until you covered me. In the lies I can’t scrub away,. And it feels disgusting. You a...
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Broken-Winged Birds – PoetryofSL
https://stephaniebennetthenry.com/2016/12/02/broken-winged-birds
Not even close. You can’t come back from everything, right? Photo Credit: beethy 2012. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). You are com...
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