Epitaph Stories

"We plant forget-me-nots on the graves with no names," I say. "So someone remembers." Emi doesn't look up from the epitaph she's carving. "Dead or alive," she says. "We won't forget." They feel the life, care for the dead. And learn what it means to be remembered.

The idea behind this 99 Poem Challenge group project is to build a folder of poems that are all completely different in style . The challenge is also to complete within a year and to be inspired and inspire others to try new styles. Within each poem itself there is a basic description of its type or style and any specific rules involved. Special thanks to @cristinaaragon for the cover design.

An idea of a feeling.

2019 brings a new year and new life to my writing. As such, I will share all of my poetry, short stories, and snippets of writing within this scrapbook that is written during the course of 2019. DISCLAIMER: Several poems were removed on August 11th, 2019, due to them being published in my Amazon e-book, "Seasons of Love", which can be purchased for $.99 Some of the poems contain photos. All photos or drawings were created by me, and they are all either photos of the event itself or were created to represent the event that is discussed in the poem. Most of these poems are deeply personal to me and some of them have roots in real situations in my life, while others are fictitious and should not be taken literally.

You can't dig up who someone used to be.

"You will be my Shadows. We rule over this world that is ours. Only ours. A place where Shadows take over!" He turns around and his red eyes stare straight through us. "You need a place to call home? A place that isn't now at the bottom of the ocean, a place where you mean something and where we're all a family, a place where we are who we are to be perfect that way?! My dear Shadows, welcome to Shadowsinki. Welcome home." A story for Lessdmv. One of my favorite artists and main reasons I'm living my life. I love his music and you should definitely listen to his songs! (Epitaph the album is out!) Join the Shadows!

Sequel to 'My Silent Letters To You.' One-lined stories. Two- lined stories. Three- lined stories.The continuation of unspoken messages and feelings. ©Anjali Sinha, 2016.

Ever feel like you've wandered away from all that is real? Ever wonder how to return? Join me on this journey down the edge....and prayers for recovery. Perhaps together we may discover the path that leads us back to Christ, and maintains (or returns) our sanity.

Poetry that I write. I will also transfer my favorite poetry from my other book Letters For You to this one. Enjoy!

The Clown of Santo Cristo was literally not a clown gestured with baggy clothes, large shoes and a big nose. He was not a clown to perform funny faces and movements but contoured himself to liberate someone from distressing situation. He was not for theatrical but most often visible on residential, parks, hospital, and graveyard.

You wake up in a normal beach, holding two arrows. A note under your feet, and with unsurmountablr amounts of confusion. You were supposed to be in your house finishing your physics homework, not...wherever this beach is.

Essays, poems, feature writing, songs I made up, etc. you got it.

I am not a cracker, I am a hacker

Our Last Night was just a local screamo band until I helped them. Without their best friend they wouldn't be famous. Was it a mistake? Was my decision to help them achieve fame worth it? Or was it a death sentence for them?

I can't tell you the things I feel So I tell the world in a hope it reaches you someday Like a glimmer of sunshine In one of your gloomy days And guide you back to me...

Being born as a woman in today's world.....is it really a boon or a curse ? What is her fault in being born into the "weaker" sex ?