This perspective of fear is typically seen by those authors or writers that are newly emerging in the of publishing. It is one of those ideals that writers should be aware of because often times one could cut themself short by not actually taking that step to get published. Now, what could we be talking about? Well, perhaps the scenario is something that you have seen:
An aspiring writer or poet completes his or her work and has set out that they are going to go through the process of attempting to be published, but a sudden thought strikes them: "What if the editors or publishers steal my idea or poem and gives credit to someone else?" And because of this there is some delay or in the worst case scenario dreaming for the rest of one's life.
Though this ideal is a trite far fetched to some, it is, infact, a very simple truth faced by some. The key phrase here is:Don't cut yourself short. In all honesty one must put those aside because if an editor or publisher were stealing ideas chances are they would have been out of business a long time ago. So take that step with courage, you never know what benefites it could reap.

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Dusk & DawnPt. V

White Out
by Michael A. Casares

A blizzard has swept over the land.
Crooked, sore, my body rises from sleep
to another blackened day.
My plea for mercy is unanswered.
Compassion is furthest from me.
Burnt feelings evaporate with a hiss
against the freeze of hate.
Does my journey continue still?
The snow flies at my body,
stinging what is already lost in ice.
I struggle against the wind of unparalleled
insecurity.
The engines have stopped.
They have shut down and have
been locked away.
Lack of energy has caused me to drown
in this solid cold age.
I fall to my knees, eyes closed
and scream out in pity for the foresaken.

Listen With Your Heart
by Theresa Bradshaw

I may not always show the love that comes from deep
within.
But love binds me everyday, just like the blowing winds.
Listen with your heart, and you will hear the words
like embers from a flame, the heart will always burn.

Someone will hear the sounds, if made with true concern.
Show someone you love them, and love will be returned.
Give some of yourself, and don't always try to take.
Each lesson that we learn, will surely seal our fate.

God blesses love that's given, with no thought of gain.
and looks inside the heart, and sees how great the pain.
Each of us must promise to love and give God's way.
Tomorrow isn't promised, and neither is today.

So I will love my brother and give hime what he needs.
I know that I am who I am, simply by my deeds.
Listen with your heart, and never let it sleep.
Everything we do in life, is always ours to keep.

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Concerning Dreams and Truths
by Michael A. Casares

Lips quiver,
Breath ignites a fle of two
worlds colliding.
Eyes flutter, seizure ripping through
the reality mistaken for a dream.
Head on shoulder,
rest in the twilight.
Comfort within and
distress until then.
Words spoken and cut the air and
land on on quaking ground.
Desires linger but no admonition
is taken,
no sense of disreality or dreaming
only the scared reality
of unfulfillment.

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I Walk Away
by Theresa Bradshaw

Someday I will just walk away
from this horror I live in everyday.
No one could see or have a clue
of the awful thing to me, you do.

I've done the best to do what's right
It's never enough, I live with fright.
I have no friends, no job, no home.
I feel like the world has left me alone.

You are the one who strikes the blows
because of things I should have known.
My eyes are black, my lips are sore
I just can't live like this anymore.

I live with the anger, hurt and more
In the name of love, you've dont this before.
My body and mind are tired of the beatings,
of living each day so hurt and defeated.

I will not be beaten and hurt again.
I deserve so much more, in order to win
for I am to live and to go on
I walk away now, good-bye, so long.

"For all women who suffer domestic violence."

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