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I’m Free-Falling (micropoetry)
Days drift on, rhythms of a soft breeze. Oh, my God, won’t you catch me, please. I’m free-falling……
Alone into the Alone
In your final breath I hear the words, “I love you” Pass over your blue lips Alone into…
Triggers, Moments and Memories
Triggers; like fires dancing flames, burning a hole in the black. Leaves behind painful scars, forever seared in…
Are You Willing to Listen?
‘Call to Me and I will answer you, and I will tell you great and mighty things, which…
Some Things Will Never Make Sense
WTH?! What the hell is wrong with this picture? Triggers come in all shapes and sizes from out…
Tell Me Your Name
My name is Mark Wayne Schutter, son and prince of the one true God, loyal servant to the…
I Can Hear You!
Sharing Space – for the Poetic Diversity Project Another poem in response to Shawn L. Bird’s Poetic Diversity…
Future Days – a poem
~Mark Schutter ©2015 #JustBelieve  #GraceWins  #HopeLives