To my neighbors

Please stop the tug of war
between the hearts
Let love flow instead of blood
slandering names
profanity- a weak mind's game
Can't take no more.
You frighten me with your midnight hallway fights
yell from the streets below, shaking my sleep into panic
I wonder who you are,
some sister seeking dumb love
some brother trying to prove his place.
This tug of war
between the hearts
keeps us apart.
I do not want to touch you
for fear that your fighting is contagious
PLEASE STOP!
spread love that was given to you from mama,
be to your child the example of a good brother.
Sister be strong, command respect before the sex
shake loose the game, that only leads to pain
No retirement plan
no 401Ks
just side effects
of tattered necks
loud mouths, unholy and sweaty
Pick up what you left
stop the tug of war
between two hearts

My truth...oh lawd!

I have to write about this, because it is killing me inside. So, yes I have graduated from college, whoo hoo! Right? Wrong, During all four years of fiction writing intensives, I did not engage with anyone beyond the classroom. I did not submit ANYTHING! I did not go to any other events other than those required to complete my studies. The problem? Glad you asked. The problem is FEAR, an enemy for most of us. But for me the fear of rejection strangled every effort. I know that I live in my head a lot always assuming that success will come with little to no effort, but it also this same imagination that keeps me from stepping out. I am embarrassed to say, "I am not working on anything," There I said it. I prefer not to call myself a writer, because I am unpublished, because I have not submitted. I have years of great story starts sitting in my file cabinet, doing no good. And yet at this point I am frustrated because I am not able to work in the industry. How can I expect to be hired, when I have nothing but this sporadic blog to show for myself. Why is this, why am I like this? There are people in my life that will tell me to write about this experience and make something of it. The problem is not writing, its "what do I do now?" that boggles me. I have experienced things in my life that can help others, but somehow I do not like to be vulnerable and if I share, I will have to be open to criticism, (but that's another issue). Keeping things in, is destroying me physically. I know the direct result can only get worse if I do not get this stuff out of my head and into public view, so what am I to do? Please, I feel at times going to school was a waste of four years that only resulted in a bunch of journals. I know there are others that understand. So I will use this to size up my interests.
YES I LOVE TO WRITE
what kind of writing?
Short Stories ranging from love and relationships to faith and religion
what are you working on now?
OH GOD, NOT AGAIN WITH THAT:-)
what would you like to do?
Get published and work in a company that lets me do the writing and editing.
what's stopping you?
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