Submission Policy





Mel BrakE Press acquires first serial rights to all work published. Mel BrakE Press also reserves the right to electronically archive any content published.




All other rights revert to author upon publication.



Mel BrakE Press has a liberal submission policy, and will accept poetry manuscripts (not books) for its next publication cycle, the Spring of 2018.



We do not charge a reading fee. We DO NOT PAY TO PUBLISH YOUR WORK.



We only accept submissions via email for collection of poems. Please send no more than 3-5 pages of poetry as an email attachment using standard MS format. We do not accept epic manuscripts:10 pages or more will be rejected.



Please note in subject line: "Submission".

Manuscripts that do not follow our guidelines
will be subject to rejection. We do not publish books.



Direct submissions or questions to:

Melbrake@verizon.net



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Sunday, April 23, 2017

Terrance Jones Story Book-Part One



Girl
By Terrance Jones

You are the fluorescence to my light
I cannot move-
To my left
If you are not on my right

Girl you are the love of my life
Everything with you is so right
            Down on one knee I just might

Girl you are the love of my life


 
Maze
By Terrance Jones

My mind is a maze
trying to get through life,
but I am stuck in my ways. My body is the temple
to my life. I resemble a young black boy stuck in the system.
It took me 18 months to get through my mental strife.

But I still keep that momentum of Army strong soldier on.
Jail is almost over yet I am still running, still running through
this maze.

Looking back on my days spent, wishing upon a star-saying 
I wish I was never so stuck up in my own maze.





White Wall
By Terrance Jones

White wall
As I stare
At this white wall
Cell

So small
This white wall
Cell

Only 3 ½ feet of 4 walls
Listening to the spit bare knuckle whistle
Bounce off this white wall
While I stare at this white wall

But he is coming home
He is coming home
Tomorrow


While I am left to stare this white wall
But he is coming home
He is coming home
Tomorrow

It makes life seem
So small
But there is life
Beyond this white wall

 

Blank Space
By Terrance Jones

There is a blank space in my life
Doing wrong
Sometimes mean being right

I learned that lesson of life
I am now doing right

But there is a blank space in my life
I came to realize
At the end of the day
There is light

So let life be the blank space
In your heart
To do right
For the ones who love you in life

There is a blank space in my life

I treat it as gold mental to do right by life

Because doing wrong does not mean doing right



True
By Terrance Jones

T is for true
and I am that to you.
I am sitting in my jail cell-
wondering if you are being true too.

I am so true
no person or thing is above you.
Letters and global calls are only reaching for you.
Your returning my calls love shows me how true love is for you.

Be true
stay true so true love is true.
T is for true
and that is who I am to you.

BIO

Terrance Jones is an up and coming Philadelphia writer. He likes to think that he is a rap artist and spoken-word artist. He writes about the rough and street side view of life. He also writes with a passion from the heart that very few writers do. 





                                         
















        

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