My sleep is done this ain’t no fun am I the only one who hates the morning?   My body says no to work I won’t go a few snoozes, tho will it really help?   But this poem here is ringing in my ear…

Farewells are never fair To be honest why did we create such a word? If it death, that certainly isn’t a fair way to whisper heartfelt goodbyes If it by force, how fair is that? My dear friend must return to a place where her…

I find myself, watching….the clock….the door…. listening…for a heartbeat…a breath…. but the silence is defening… the memory of life, fades joy, slips from my fingers love flits hunger moans, and in another world you hold loves cold hand.    

For the first time ever we’re trying something a little different this year. The first prompt every hour will be text based (with occasional variations), and the second, if you scroll down, will be image based. You can choose either prompt or not use prompts…

Good Morning! Nothing like a cup of coffee with cigarettes  to start the day The elegant taste of full flavor lingers from my mouth then a swallow of hot Frothy French vanilla. A sense of delightfuliness as the pain goes away.  

Doubts As the sun sets, The inner blues Slowly creep upon me Anger surrounds me Can’t sleep, can’t eat Thoughts deceiving conjuring concept As they toy with my mind I sit wondering is it really worth it? My life, my life Deeply distress pain ignites…

ALONE The word I thought  I never dreaded hearing  Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces  The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk  When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…

On August 23, 1979  is when I first felt your love as a baby girl from your womb 35 years, two months, twenty -seven days later Your arms are still a haven  In which I can run to when I’m sick, for comfort and to…

Prompt for Hour Six Use the following image to inspire your next poem. Take me to a place in time where I was a different person. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror it’s been way too long since I have felt comfortable in my…

Gift of Motherhood and Songs I think I was going to wait so long for paradise, to hold my mother like me at childhood would, to my doll. But you came as an angel, not fallen. It was as if mother resurrected into your body,…