3-17-15 It slowly chips away atMy soul, like a faucetThat has a drip, thatwon’t stop.Quietly at first, thenEvermore present inThe… Read more Insanity
Author: qjoverton
I have been writing for the past forty years with little thought of publishing. That changed last year. I have a great love for the written word. It is a wonderful feeling when a person reads a passage and it brings an emotion that has lain hidden below the surface. That fuels my ambition to continue writing.
Echoes of Life, Listening fo The Truth
This is my interpretation of life, as it was, what it is, and what it might be. I follow no lines of a concrete structure. These are merely the thoughts that have been screaming in my head for years, straining to be set free. It is with this tangible site that I give the intangible flight. So welcome to my thoughts. I hope you will find a measure of entertainment as well as thought-provoking moments.
Life Lessons One
Know who you are and the lessons you learned in your home Believe in yourself; you are your truth If… Read more Life Lessons One
I want to Hear Negro Spiritual…
When I die, I want to hear Negro Spirituals as I did when I came into the world, bathed in… Read more I want to Hear Negro Spiritual…
Barbed Wire
Sometimes I close my eye to escape the sight of mytortured childI watch as she presses her back hard against… Read more Barbed Wire
All of You
I feel all of you. I feel each of you who sits in darkness, surrounded by a room full of… Read more All of You
Death Flight of A Caged Bird
The door has been flung open, the bird gazes out, slowly, ever so slowly this caged bird stretches her tired… Read more Death Flight of A Caged Bird
Sizzled To The Bone
I love you based on the promise I made to love you forever. Today is a reflection of the love… Read more Sizzled To The Bone
The Content of My Character
What is the solution for being judged for what I am not? Is there a character flaw in me, or… Read more The Content of My Character
Racism is Thickness of Skin
I skinned my knee the other day. As I cleaned it, I looked at the torn skin. It was THINNER… Read more Racism is Thickness of Skin
Must We Die a Little every Day
Must we die a little every day? Is it written somewhere that we must be sad? Does the fear of… Read more Must We Die a Little every Day
