Articles by Ann Christine Tabaka

Poem

"...of a time I still try hard to forget..."

"...Your words piercing my heart again..."

"...I catch myself cheating..."

"...The door was ajar..."

"...my kettle of wasted dreams ready for the compost pile..."

"...The sequins are still blue..."

"...Store window displays staring back with vacant eyes..."

"...Embers fading, ashes flying, eyes like a smoke filled room..."

"...Lost loves and ugly little secrets..."

"...He knows it is his time..."

"...Counting minutes, hours turn to days..."

"...Forlorn and forgotten, forsaken and lost..."

"...within echoes of a life I do not recall..."

"...Heart to mind to lips, gone from the universe..."

"...The truth has no meaning among the unholy hordes..."

"...I am raw and crude at the core..."

"...Time is now the enemy, bulldozing hope into the ground...

"...As tortured souls we quibble and dispute..."

"...There were not enough tears to make things work..."

"...Chasing aspirations in a never ending circle..."

"...Songs echo through shadows of once bright lives..."

"...I grieve my existence, swimming in emotions..."

"...An endurance of sorrow and regret..."

"...all we want is a little light, a little breath..."

"...pieces of a time once spent..."

"...I cannot dispatch you to a fettered future..."

"...A schism grows wider with each word spoken..."

"...Open roads call to me..."

"...emotions trailed behind, following a sorrowful path..."

"...A revelation, wanting to be immortalized in words..."

Short

What is reality? Is it the same for everyone?