Rock Me

Words come into my mind and as I begin to write and they transform into a rhyme and rythym. It is difficult to break out of that type of poem because to me that's a big part of what poetry is about. Rhythm and rhyme. I realize poetry really has no rules or limitations. It…

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Vapor Kisses

This is the story behind the title Vapor Kisses. Written in poem form. It could just as easily haveĀ  been a novel. Ok well maybe not that easily. I have discovered that I often have a great idea for a novel but then it gets tedious and chuck the book idea and wrap it all…

Heaven Said NO

I followed you to Heaven today, As the sunshine blinked goodbye I couldn't wait to see you again Our souls forever tied. So Dancing and laughing I made my way, Sadly only to find, That it was not my time to stay Again I was left behind. The Lord He said My time hadn't come,…

Happy People

I love this quote. I find myself going back to it when I'm miserable and think that everything sucks. It's really hard to be thankful when it feels like life is dumping you into the middle of Hell. However since I prefer happiness, I just keep reciting, "thankful people are happy" and after awhile things…

Fear of Forever

Laying silently staring into the darkness, The night abandoned by the sun. My soul weeps For the loss of the warmth It once knew. Waiting in the silence, in the darkness For the the night to give way For the soul To stay Alive until the sun Wraps its arms around the night In a…

Hope springs eternal

Hope is one of the reasons writers keep writing. Hope of making a difference in the world, in someone's life, in something that really matters. Hope that tomorrow will be the day of discovery, the day the novel is accepted for publication, the day that sudden fame is sure to happen. When it doesn't and…

Quiet Contempltion

I sit quietly contemplating, my mind wandering like The scent of cotton candy in the air. Searching for that place that space The one that feels like the world is right. When it isn't. Longing fills the soul To fill the void called emptiness. Has it always been this way? Time passes. We live in…