Dear Jill from the Past, I am proud of the accomplishments you made in your 20s. You helped a lot of people with your writing and never asked a thing. But, if you could change anything from your 20s and early 30s, I wish you…

Curled body in an empty bed. Another  sleepless night ahead. Tossing and moaning, The pain is real and agonizing..   Reaching out…gasping the breath. From a long night of waiting. Is this longing can see the end? She’s to tired for wanting.   She hopes…

10. A. I In the very near tomorrow Artificial Intelligence is a fact not a dream An intelligence from human kind they wil initially borrow. And then surpass humans as a team.   Predicted by Asimov and Stephen Hawking Robots will be superior by far….

Dear formar self I love you And forgive you I understand now It wasn’t your Mistake You did the Best you could At the given Moment and time But now you Must let go And not visit Me with those Gifts that Hurt you And…

Like a bird, I sat in a cage Waiting for your attention Each day I watched as you walked by Not knowing my intention   The cage – prison of security, of my very own invention I cooed, I squawked, I made a mess Longing…

My ice cream Ice cream coffee in a foggy day In my favorite canteen With stain shelves and concrete floors Visiting Washington, DC.   (Free poem, Hour 10 @Mejia2019)

The Wheel On a blood moon night Near the green lake The stars dance in harmony Announcing a new day The crowd cheers for a New Year (Free style, hour 9 @Mejia2019)

2019 – 11th Hour In response to the Prompt ©️ H.J ~ Dear Self ~ You sit by the window, Blue; Unsure of what is to come for you. For now, You’ve been a martyr. Each took their piece, That’s true, But we still fall…

Coffee in the pot You laying at my side Your hair all messy and wild The hush of the morning muting the early sounds Sunlight creeping in through the fog of the Midwest dawn Too warm for sweaters, yet much too cold for bare feet…

. I can’t churn out wind like a windmill.  I can’t run from the warmth to the cold then back again.  The sun looks different every morning, and everything has changed sinced the day before – the birdcalls, the blades of grass, the stones beneath…