Bobby’s special penny Found this BIG shinny penny in my brother’s closet Before I share this short story I want to share with you this cute and maybe even crazy thing that happened just after I finished writing it. It was 1990 and I was in 11 grade. I was living with my father, my… Continue reading Short Story: Bobby’s Special penny
Forever and ever Confused, lost, and unable to see in front of her, Sarah used her hands in place of her eyes as she slowly crept along in the darkness. Through them and her other senses she imagined all sorts of horrifying and ungodly things that the darkness possibly concealed around her. The air was… Continue reading Short story: "Forever and ever"
Through the LENS PICTURE youPICTURE meA CONTRAST of PIXELSof what possibly could be A SNAPSHOT in the RAWno editing requiredJust two ISO peoplewith happiness desired DEVELOPED with careand in sufficient lightMounted with balanceFRAMED just right A PICTURE of you and meAn IMAGE of whatthe two of us could be Sheila BondOriginally written: 2012 Author’s notes:… Continue reading Poem: Through the LENS
Weary Heart My heart grows wearywith the passing of each dayMy blue skies are linedwith shades of grey From a distanceall appears as it should beBut if you look real closedarkness you will see Deafening thunderwhen anger I feelDown pours of rainwhen life I can’t deal Sheila BondOriginally written: July 31, 1997 Author’s notes: I… Continue reading Poem: Weary heart
Hey Baby Hey baby,you are driving me crazy.Hey baby,you are driving me crazy.Hey baby,you are driving me crazy. With the way you walk,the way you talk,the way you smile. Some come on over here,and give me a kiss. Cause… a hug won’t do. You have got to smile,and say…I love you.And oh yes,I love you… Continue reading Song: Hey baby
Homeless not helpless I have no home,to call my own.I live on the streets,Where I can roam. I have no protection,just this coat on my back.I have no money,just lint in my sack. When I ask for a dime,or for a quarter to spare.You look at me and laugh,you don’t even care. I did not… Continue reading Poem: Homeless not helpless
Passion In the color of the sunthat burns so brightIn the crashing waveson a stormy night In the ink of a bookthat can not be boundIn the notes of musicthat an instrument must sound In the heatthat will not exhaustIn the feverof two lovers lost In the plea of a womanwho cries out for choiceIn… Continue reading Poem: Passion