Whatever, the audio book, was expertly narrated by voice-over artist, Kenya Mason. What people are saying about Whatever Series Audio Book :. Her third volume of poetry, Now Whenever , is available in soft cover and e-book. This volume is NOT a part of the audio book. Print purchases through Amazon include a free download of the book on Kindle e-books.
Through Kindle e-books, the book is available via Kindle Unlimited. Michele Battle-Fisher's debut volume of poetry, Then and Whatever, invites readers to throw away conceptions you may have of complex human relationships. With the author's wry and unflinching approach to untangling human complexities, the poems set up a nonlinear journey through immaturity, regret, self-discovery, passion and, most importantly, love.
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So that I may not utter the words, Of my weighted thoughts. These truths weigh a ton, And I've far too many for just one head. For even mine. My head bobs to my shoulder, Weakened necks can't hold this. Now I'm shaking, Trembling. Because I gave you the rocks, The stones that broke my neck.
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And you are fading, Drifting all at once. Give me your boulders, And we will be even. Give me your mountains, So I can rest easy. My burdenous brain Broken neck Heavy thoughts I never meant to break your neck too. OpenWorldView Sep Your Lips. Every day and night my thoughts are on your lips. That crimson temptation and source of my life.
They smile in gentle red and speak with unique truth. Corey May I'm transparent like a window but I'm prone to keeping curtains closed to cover up my youthful, aching, naked soul. I used to be promiscuous; my essence on my sleeve. A chalice of life; warm like cinnamon wine, soft like angel's delight. Beheld by every eye. But it never felt right; I was smoke off a fire, yet still smouldering coal.
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Just a young, beautiful byproduct of desire. There's no smoke without fire. Although, I tried to fan it cool; the flames ran only wilder. But as the old wind blows, it seems a withered tree still grows new leaves. A dandelion spreads its seeds but they lie far away from me.
Now, I move transcluently- ultraviolet invisible ink- I speak in soothing whispers; they travel further than you'd think. Iridescence is things seemingly changing colour on their own- I think we all have the power to grow and move away from our pasts. I love how fire is a destructive yet cleansing force. My thoughts. Christine Mulvihill Jul Then my mom became aggressively depressed and crying all the time.
At that time, they both had a bad sinus infection at the same time. My mother recovered but was still crying and complaining she couldn't breathe. However doctors could not find any ailments in her. My aunt ended up getting pneumonia.
While in the hospital they discovered and diagnosed her with stage 4 terminal lung cancer. She died 4 months later with the last month being bed ridden, hardly eating until she was nearly only bones and on a breathing machine. My mom and her twin were always connected in the weird twin way We all believe my mom knew not in a cognitive way but in her own twin way before diagnosed that her twin was going to die.
None of us expected her to live much longer than her twin. They both had long life forces even crippled with cancer and Alzheimer's. My aunt Lorea other mother died Oct.
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Up until that point my mother could still walk, talk, eat and recognize me and my siblings. However after she lost her twin she could no longer walk requiring much more individual care. We moved her to a residential home care facility. They worked really hard to try and revive her willingness to live.
It wasn't a conscious choice to give up because with Alzheimer's your brain doesn't work right.
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She lasted less than 3 months after the death of her twin. It was heartbreaking, to say the least, to witness. I rejoice her being reunited with her twin and my father and free of the confinement of Alzheimer's but I'm still working through the finality of it on the earthly side. Growing up as a child of twins is a blessing of having two moms one being the cool mom I had an older sister 10 years too. So in my case I had three moms I love dearly. I am grateful to still have my sister.
Lizzy Apr Burden girl. I say I live as a burden, My mouth sealed shut. So that I may not utter the words, Of my weighted thoughts. These truths weigh a ton, And I've far too many for just one head. For even mine. My head bobs to my shoulder, Weakened necks can't hold this.
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