Ken   Flame harbored within me Flicker of cosmic fire When kindled grows into passion Roaring brightly with desire   Ken, sixth in Freya’s Et Lighthouse on the journey Guiding safely through the storm Into the hearth of hearts, so sternly   Passing knowledge to…

Shrinking World The day came when he said, my world has become very small – my bedroom, bathroom, the toilet. But that was spacious compared with the day, not so long after that he struggled for the last time onto the bed. This is where…

Silent they stand Watching over us Unbothered by squirrels climbing And birds nesting   But when the wind comes Their secrets they spill Whispering to one another As gossip passes across town   Neighbors agitated by these sentinels’ betrayals Doors slam, tempers rise, heads ache…

True story ( ©️ H.J ) 2019: In response to Prompt 7 https://official-authorhj.yolasite.com/media-gallery.php   “LOCKED” Corners of my memory, Haunted by ten years of calamity; Locked out! Kept in! Captive, can’t win… Ten years, A million fears, And one baby boy. Wails and tears, No…

As we walked towards the milky sun, He told me They were One. I studied Them in CCD, But I never understood the Holy Trinity. In His hand, he held a blade of grass. “What do you see?” He asked; I gazed at the grass…

After reading the book I placed it on my side All at once I drifted to Neverland I stride Then Katniss Everdeen came calling loud and clear So I jumped towards her fastly out of fear We were armed we were ready anytime they show…

sometimes it feels like i live in a memory feels like i’ve done this before hurt like this, loved like this, laughed like this it’s like deja vu but somehow it’s still new somehow i still don’t know what to do

I sat on an old wishing chair A whining, rickety one at that I said, “To Paris, away with flair But it stood there looking like a doormat ” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care” “I must see Notre Dame and the…

I see my life like a string. It grows with every day. Each moment that I’m living, It bends a different way. My moods, they change its colors: Red anger, peaceful green. The colors mix together, Some ugly and some clean. My thread will weave…

Hottest hot of Summer Days As upon my breast, my lover lays Blanket, barely thick enough to shield the heat Above the sand that coats our feet Far from water’s edge Swirling currents of air rise To hide encroaching surf Blinding whiteness, thundering turf Cold…