There are many like it, but the pink one is mine. Submitted by @ashergold
forever in love with this film. it was phenomenal. art video by zombiecourtnee
Painful Fingers. Submitted by Dollie B.
If I Was a Writer (I am Not a Writer) / Poem for Daddy
If I was a writer, you would know that whenever I see your face,
millions of words swarm within me,
But I am unable to write those lines
—the lines that you are so deserving of—because I am not a writer.
If I was a writer, you would see journals filled up to the last page with words, not half empty ones
with only traces of what were once words to be, but I am not a writer.
If I was a writer, you would be able to see right through my façade
—you would see the pain, the pain present in my words, my thoughts, my actions,
but I am not a writer.
You cannot see these things in me because the “fragile, handle with care” label has faded away
and all that’s left is my vulnerable self.
If I was a writer, I would be able to describe the look of his dead eyes,
the eyes that were once so full of life,
the body that looks more like a sign of relief,
rather than a body that has suffered from years of ache
—that was too hard for him to take.
But a body is not a soul and a soul is not a body,
just as we’ve seen through Christ.
So, if the soul is gone,
but the body is still here,
what does that say about death?
Death is not the inconceivable end—
a part of your soul lives on in those people you trust.
Not only your soul,
but your eyes are now mine
And you live in me
as I live in you.
If I was a writer,
I would dedicate this poem to you.
I am a writer
and this is for you, Daddy.
"Children Children," created and submitted by Patrick L. McConnell.
"Hand of God," submitted by Patrick McConnell.
Submitted by Foster Care Alumni of America, Massachusetts Chapter. Thanks for your support, FCAA MA!
Home. Submitted by @theplanarpibble.
how many arms can a tree extend
out to the sky
as a saving gesture
leaving to the ground
a patchwork of textures
the subtle shades of shadows
with white light climbing past them
a multitude of fingers
linger in the heat
to ripen and flower
a gift from the sky
to protect the fingers
of the tree whose arms
spring forward in a moment
of unconscious pleasure
—by Patrick McConnell
Spent the night at the #Arclight with the little bro and the cast of #ShortTerm12 - Incredibly compelling movie with such great performances. Submitted by @oalva / Olivia A.
John Gallagher Jr., drawn and submitted by @nansiedrew / Nancy M.