Dear pen, will you please bleed and die to the last drop. I’ve a wound so deep There is blood in my mouth, and an ocean uneasy in my eyes. Dear pen will you please bleed and die. I’ve a story to tell but words…

To each their own I say   We all betray creating the cliche   of the angst we carry   the blaming, the hurt How do we heal? Face it! You’ll deal.   Acceptance and responsibility Is key   Creating motion, no longer frozen in…

You taught me of beauty, of hope and of love And how all that we are is born up above Your hard work and struggle, and yet all your grace Shown brightly despite the lines on your face Your love for one man left you…

Screams of pain are soothed by calming words. Sobbing pleas ask for the pain to stop. A needle provides a numbing cold. Time passes with hazy eyes. Excitement blossoms in the early morning. Commands are issedas more people come and go. Preparation is completed and…

Before his eyes, a girl is yapping and whining at the barrier he had installed beforehand. It was a barrier he put up to protect his love. Though the love had run away with another wolf. At the moment, his heart had sunken deep into…

My thoughts are wandering all the words, I’m pondering.   the prompts, some challenging the poetess is learning   New forms, and definitions Here’s to posting, quick decisions   The sounds of music, echoing while the pen is beckoning.   The marathon, my wrecking ball….

FOREST DEMON If he’s warped, then so am I. I feel his madness deep within my cold heart. He screams, thinking no one hears him, no one can help him, but I hear him. Over and over again, the same awful screech, the same complaint. Can…

Am I? Am I poetic in my flow? When the bloom of my lips open like a flower and the words that I speak flow like dew dripping from its tip Does it look like poetry? When my motion around you draws a gentle breeze…

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

Her long light brown braids, bouncing on her back as she ran to her new bicycle. 6-years-old she had just learned to ride with the two wheels. Her Daddy was there, to set his little girl free. He sent her only down the block. The innocence of…