The heart is the only thing we

keep giving away,

knowing it may be broken

over and over again.


You tended the garden of sadness

that was planted for you as a child.

The roots ran deep with sorrow

of the generations before.

The soil, rich with the despair of

a family secret,

you tried to plant more seeds of hope,

so that we would inherit

the fruits and flowers needed for our lives

to be brighter and richer than yours.


Well butter me up


eat me for breakfast.

I am toast for you.


You slithered into my world

and bit me while you smiled

knowing the venom would

leave me paralyzed.

There you waited,

until I was rendered immobile

and pounced on my life,

leaving bits strewn across the lawn.

My heart was left shredded,

my stomach filled with stone

that weighed me down

unable to move forward.

All I can see is this murky film

that has covered my eyes,

leaving the shapes around me

dark and sinister.

One day I will put myself back together,

one jigsaw puzzle piece at a time.

until the picture comes together

to form me. Again.

Some Days-Part 5

Thinking of the days long past;

the days I thought would never end

making me both sad and happy.

Some day are like this.

2018 First Quarter Collaborative Poetry Effort

Super collaborative effort here by Grabbety Covens. I was so happy to be part of this. Thank you so much.

Surviving the Struggle to Success.

I want to thank everyone who participated in the first collaborative poetry effort of 2018. The entries were fewer than before but the quality is astounding.

This quarter’s theme was, “to begin again, something must end…” Every entry must contain those words, somewhere within the entry. Here are the wonderful results from our fellow writers on WordPress.

Is there a creation,

Without destruction?

Do you ever reach


Without the begin?

Ever heard of sunrise

Without the setting sun?

Do leaves become green

Without falling?

Are there any flowers

That do not die

Only to bloom


Ever heard of spring

Without onset of winters?

Are the two inevitable truths

Of life

Ever uttered alone?

Birth without death?

The same wind that destroy in

A tornado,

Doesn’t it bring life with seeds

It blow,

There are no truth

Without a lie

Have ever welcomed

The new year

Without bidding the…

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Some Days- Part 4


Waking to the sun of a new day;

with hopes of new paths and directions

taking us to exciting new destinations.

Some days are like this.