Jun
20
2014
Can you hear the mournful sound
Of a ghost long gone?
Shattered by life
Singing a sad, sad song.
The leaves whisper her regret
The trees know her shame
But no one remembers her name
When a tree falls
Does it make a sound?
When a woman breaks
Do...
Jun
18
2014
Many moons ago I was privileged to work at an upstart comic book company. It was cutting edge, it was exciting, it was all online, I wore many hats, and well it just didn't happen. (insert crying noises...
Jun
18
2014
Should have never set my sights on you
The one who tore my heart in two
Kept me dressed in shade of blue.
But hindsight is 20/20
Yes, hindsight is 20/20
Your amber eyes had me paralyzed
As honeyed words dropped from your mouth
Made me...
Jun
17
2014
Gone with the morning sun
Your lack of love has me on the run.
Your success
Cannot dull the emptiness
Of my soul.
The money will never transcend
being left alone again.
When I needed you the most
you were gone.
Pretending to love
what you did not.
Poisoning a heart
from...
Jun
15
2014
Bring me the rain
To wash away all the pain
Of a love turned to dust.
Yes, bring me the rain
To erode your name
From the face of my heart.
Bring me the rain
To drown your memory
So I can start over again.
Bring me the...
Jun
13
2014
The memories burn-
The memories fade-
Like ashes in the winter rain.
The ache in my soul-
Never lets go-
The numbness consumes me from within.
If I could scatter the ashes of our love.
Maybe I would be OK.
If I could scatter the ashes of...
Jun
12
2014
I don’t want to go to the places we went
I don’t want to see our “old friends”.
I want to forget we ever met.
I want back all the time I spent.
Loving you was an addiction.
Possibly an affliction.
Mesmerized by palatable lies-
You...
Jun
11
2014
Over the next few days I intend to post a slew of new poems for you to enjoy. I am working on several projects, but some of them are hush hush. Also, real life seems to be cutting into...
Jun
05
2014
I will sing you no lullabies.
I will cry you no rivers.
My deep dark secrets
Live hidden in my soul
Like tiny prickly metal slivers.
The crosses I bear.
The shame upon my lips.
These secrets I will never let slip.
Do not mourn for me
For...
Jun
02
2014
My author friend Yelle Hughes, whose book I reviewed the other day, had this fantastic idea of illustrating scenes from her book to be posted for others to see. She told me I should try this too. Many years...