From the Outside

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt “The Outsiders”

Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.

Hungary Serbia Migrants

He stood outside the window watching as they feast

She stood outside the door pondering her fate

They stood outside society judging from afar

We stood outside  the gates waiting to be let in

I stand outside reality admiring as it falsely unfolds

Fictional Worlds


In fictional worlds

Molded, morphed, deceptive

The mind wanders free

Without restrictions

Unbound by reality

These worlds come to life

In the mind one can live

Away but within the real truth

Such is its wonder

Pray For Paris


Beautifully said!

Originally posted on People, Things, and Life:


This has got to stop. This world is all of our homes- whether we live in the US, Europe, or the Middle East. We’re all humans, yet somehow, humanity is severely lacking. We shouldn’t have to be on guard when we close our eyes at night, when we wake up each morning, or when we step out of our house. Just because someone believes, thinks, looks, or speaks differently than you, doesn’t mean that they truly are all that different. They’re still a person, with a family, with a home, with hopes, dreams, and aspirations… they’re still a person with a life. Respect, love, and understanding need to finally step onto the stage because I’m starting to get very tired of the show I’ve been watching.

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