acrylic on canvas board
by Jackie Blair McSween
Jackie Blair Fine Art

I use my writing as a medium to express emotions and explore my creative boundaries. I’m happy to be writing for pointsthruprose and hope you can follow me on the sites bellow. Thanks!

Blog - http://imsteventruong.wordpress.com/

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I used to hate you

I used to loathe your very name

You were to blame for my own shortcomings

You were the problem, not me, never me

The simple thought of you would send me into a downward slump

Reps and sets, routines and schedules, sweat and tears. Not something I wanted to go through

Running countless hours towards an end with no finish

Chasing something immeasurable and seemingly unachievable

You were my wall hard work. My own personal Demon

You tried to break me, to scare me, to drive me away

I just couldn’t see the point

What could you possibly give to me?

What the hell can I hope to achieve?

But still I devoted myself to you

I put faith in the fact that you could change me

The me that I was tired of seeing; that I was ashamed to be

The weak and pathetic me that I had let myself turn into

You were all that I had; all that I had left to cling onto

I would not run from you

I could not and would not be scared of you

I’ve heard the stories about how you operate

How you would break the strongest of men and leave them with nothing

Of how countless others have been reduced to tears because of you

But I’ve also heard the stories of what you can do

What people have achieved alongside of you

What I could become by believing in you

This is my open letter to you hard work

I will not be defeated, not by you, not by anyone

So come for me

I’m waiting for you to pay off

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-Steven Truong

http://imsteventruong.wordpress.com/

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Reblogged from joannagilmanhyde:

The Dream of My Mother

which caught Me

in Its Apple Branches

which caught

My Children’s Father

in Her Spell

My Spell

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Tonight I offered

My Children’s Father

a finder’s fee for a buyer

for McNutt –

My Mother’s Island

where He asked Me

if I missed Him –

The Summer Island where

We built

The Thoreau House

I was pregnant then

with Our First Child

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Joanna Hyde
April 17th 2012   The Hawk Kitchen   5:22pm

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watercolours
by Murdoch McSween

of any beauty we want more
and think perhaps that it can last
yet as we know of days before
poets sings of our long past
so even you in gracious squint
which hints the sparkle of your eyes
your memory but tint
passing beauty as it hies
though you are lovely today
as winter til it become spring
another summer follows may
to refresh beauty in answering
a sad world to want though also then
we come alive and gone again

[written in unnamed toronto park]
Thom Olsen

watercolour & acrylic on paper
by Jackie Blair McSween
www.jackieblair.ca