Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Parasitic memories (long forgotten) creep into existence through night dreams and fleeting day-mares. Although forgiven, never truly erased ..

Pages full of words, but none have expression equal to the emotional outpour of my soul when you’re near me. M.J.S. 2-18-08

I am trying my heart out at free form. It does not come naturally.

Stunting the growth of our spirituality with the stiflings of our religions. Idealistic judgments thrown outwardly toward anything but ourselv..

Dreams on the line Left out to dry Hanging there lifeless Lined up in a row * The sun is not shining Still wet and dreary They hang there aband..

Closing out reality, imprisoned within Crawling in corners to dream and pretend Shutting out love and shutting out light Just leave me alone i..

Piles of bills lie unpaid on the table Piles of bedclothes to make when you’re able Piles of dishes arewashedbut not dried Piles of crumbs ..

A thickened wall that I cannot climb The mist overhead has thickened too. The words that I need, I cannot find. Farther they fly,the more I pu..

True story

(A WAK written for a contest)