I used to write essays, stories, the words flowing out onto the page but you– you have messed me up you have taken me down and now I am liquid my words fall out without structure willy nilly I am trailing word droppings at work…

2019: In response to Prompt 2 Written by: H.J ©️ https://official-authorhj.yolasite.com/media-gallery.php   Magic is your eyes; The way they sparkle with passion, and play like butterflies. Magic is your heart; The way it pounds with pleasure, And views life as treasure. Magic is your laugh;…

It’s just the first hour With eleven more to follow I am staring at a blank page I am willing the words to flow I thought writing came easy to me I am an author, that’s my job Yet a simple poem eludes me I…

The desperation of a day Cannot manifest any bolder When the Sun begins to set It just grows colder When you’ve faced all that was and still stand tall to last That’s when you’ve faced the day And now the night falls fast.

Good morning Daddy, Are you there? I am, Child, and I care To see where. You are going What do you ask today? It is wisdom I seek Is your muse feeling weak? Come closer, let’s peek I Am is all knowing… Is it wisdom or…

To be asked if Magic is real Is to be asked if Breathing is essential to life For both are inherent components To life upon Earthly feet I have seen it Firsthand I have experienced it At every level I have performed it I could…

I am the dreamer stirring in their sleep And waking to a world devoid of rest I am the things that I decide to keep The tokens that I clutch against my breast   I am the thunder hiding in the clouds The pouncing of…

The kind who laughs at simple jokes At times the one contented with books And dreams to be a star onscreen And sometimes thinks she’s “Concert Queen” Some days she dresses ladylike Sometimes she won’t put down the mic But what’s so funny and so…

Today they say Storms are on the horizon Rough winds shaking the trees Dark clouds blooming like flowers Hard rain striking the earth Like gunshots Hail pounding cars Like a baseball player during the Series Will windows break? Will tornadoes unleash their fury? I am…

I am the beads of sweat Trickling from my scalp To the puddle forming Under my feet. (I am not my feet.) My hand-me-down sneakers Accuse my legs Of that I am guilty of; (I am not my guilt.) That the sun Towards which I…