Hi, my name is Geneva Robinson. I'm Autistic, and to some this is a disability, for me, it gave me different abilities. I have spent several years writing freelance via an online freelance site, and am now turning more of my focus to Helium, and my personal
+ more bio informationDAY BY DAY How can we go, Day to day, With the bloodstains on our hands? A minute will pass, another baby will die, and still we march on, silent and uncaring. How can we go, Day to day, allowing the blood to flow? Is it really too much, to place a blow, ending the daily slaughter? How can we go, Day to day, while innocent b...
Death all around me, I feel it surround me, Pressing down, The weight abounds. Will it ever be, That death will leave me be? The fear shackles, As fate cackles, Finding mirth, At death, Upon my hearth.
EVIL Black oil smoke Frissons of blood Floating darkness Searching Seeking Malignant hatred Festering pustules of inner torment Frothing Foaming Curses and moaning Deep Dank bone deep cold Death nears.
Secrets of a Shredded Soul Swirling vortex of deep hidden hate, Endless valley overflowing with grief, Long held fears, bringing watersheds of tears. Silence long kept, Secrets that cause unrest, Slowly rising, Pulling the soul, Deeper and deeper... Into the valley and vortex... Promising madness, with endless torment
Choosing a pet rat is not as difficult as you may think. My experience is personal, and professional. Having grown up with both my parents being wildlife rehabilitators, and having spent the past 15 years with a no-kill animal rescue and shelter (www.merryangel.org), I have had vast experience with rats. My first pet rats we...
Carnivals and Midways have been part of our culture for over a century. Today, while we see carnival midways at least once a year, regardless of where we live, the life and underbelly of a carnival, or midway, is completely mysterious. Contrary to the common perception of carnival workers, called 'carnies' or 'carny's', very...
FLUKE I am a non-entity, A fluke of nature, The existence is cold, Unreassuring, And I am a pestilence upon the planet. Why Do I exist, For what purpose is my grief? No good ever comes of even the slightest of brushes with my tainted existence. Over and over, the traumas persist, No matter what good I may attempt. Dark and d...
WINTER... Why do most see it as bleak, dull, monotonous? I find the beauty exhilarating. Winter leaves promises of new life, Showing, That death, Isn't truly the end.
Nowhere near perfect, Nowhere near close. Noone who sees The me I try to be. Noone who cares The good I try Why can't I be better Why can't I be right Why can I never Please Is it some fluke Some unseen destiny Or merely some expression Of my lack of being?
She was alone, In her Present Home, Harming none. Unable to feed herself. She couldn't see, crawl, or walk... But she could hear. She heard her Mommy's voice every day, calm, comforting, reminding her she was safe. Danger came though, and she couldn't escape. One day, as she was peacefully resting, IT happened. Suddenly she ...
Eva Lewis-Duncan
Panama City, Florida US
Member since: August 2007
Articles Written: 15
Writers Invited: 1