Sleeping Beauty

Sometimes the pain turns into something so beautiful, such imagery, so raw, so intense, so inspiring . . .
The feeling of being alone, yet knowing you are not . . .



The skies light up, not bolts,

But a reflection of the thunder.

The air is cool, the breeze picks up,

The sky bellows, the light fades.

You can feel it coming, you can smell the rain.

One thing you can do, you can wish it’d rain.

But don’t let ’em fool you – rain won’t wash away the pain.

But the tears that flow, might make you feel sane.




I still see her in there …

Surrounded by the wrinkles and worry lines.

The weight of the world on her shoulders,

The keeper of memories and time.

Her mind aches,

And soon the day breaks.

And this night owl in her

Won’t let her mind shut down.

The Rain – OctPoWriMo


I hear the sound, a drizzle at first

Liquid, to quench my thirst

My mood is somber

My mind is cloudy


The clouds now dumping

A deluge of tears, to wash away

The darkness and pain I’m hiding


The smell of earthiness and green

Clears away the stench of failure

My head clears a little

From the chill in the air


The wind is howling, even screaming

As is my mind, my heart, and my soul


Written in response to the writing prompt:

Once Upon a Time . . . OctPoWriMo


Once upon a time, she knew a boy

He was sweet, kind, and loving

And a little goofy, oh hell

They were young, and passionate

Trying to find their way through life

He decided he wanted her as his wife

To live & love, and totally share his life

But he didn’t tell her till it was too late

He just couldn’t believe his fate

But it was what it was

She had fallen in love with another man

To console himself, he threw her ring into the bay

And off he went, on his way

She never knew

They both spent their lives

Blissful and miserable, as it was

She thought she’d found her soulmate

A series of bad lovers, he was often discontent

Many decades they were estranged

But fate stepped in and brought them home

At this point they are just friends

But what the future brings

No one knows, though he has shared

They may have business unfinished

If she is ever free to explore the possibilities

A heady thought for her heart to know

In response to writing prompt –

Blessed Am I

Blessed am I, as I walk through this life

Counting my good friends takes at least two hands

I’ve given my best as somebody’s wife

Love to keep time & sing with the bands


Music is a mood maker for me

Can take me back through times so good

At times makes me remember the lies

Tiny toothpicks made of fake wood


My family is my heart and soul

My child, the best thing I ever did

These are the things I need to know

And becoming a grandma, joyously in I slid


If it all ended tomorrow and I was gone

Though there’s so much I know I’d miss

But with each passing dusk and dawn

Hope you always remember my love and my kiss




I Might Have Said Yes (Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt)

Prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) April 26/2014 – This week I’d like to see what you can do with a question. Ask one in the first sentence or two of your post and then answer it… or not. It’s up to you. at 

How did I miss how strong your feelings were?

Why didn’t you keep in touch?

Why didn’t you ask me the question you came to ask me?

Why did you hide how you felt?

How could you walk away from me, without giving me a clue?

It was a long time ago, I know . . . but I might have said yes.





It was written previously for napo2014button2, but was SOC and came together super quick.

The Walls



This was the challenge for Day 24 – write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like.


The walls I build to keep me safe

Are full of arches that bend and sway

And though the bricks and stones are tough

With you, my inner warnings aren’t enough


The walls protect my inner self

Guarding my feelings, emotions and such

The walls that protect my inner heart

Are to make sure you don’t break me apart


The walls I build to keep me safe

Are full of arches that bend and sway

My love for you is so intense

These guarded walls just don’t make sense







This was the challenge for Day 20 (I am a day late – oops 10 mins after midnight makes me two days late) – write a poem in the voice of a member of your family. 


I was a mistake, conceived unwanted

The preventative pill was used, but it failed

I came into this world a day before my oldest sibling

I can only hope she considered me a gift.

My parents always treated me differently

Like something was wrong with me – as if I didn’t belong

My older brother died right after I came into this life

My parents didn’t seem to care for him any more than me.

I strived for their attention, even if it was bad

They were often cruel and unloving, so incredibly sad

I was beat like a dog, treated as an outsider

Though I was small for my age, I could take a lot and I did.

Until midway in grade school, I woke up often in a wet bed

This really pissed my parents off

To punish me, I was sent to school smelling of my accident

This got me teased mercilessly and an ass-kicking regularly

Thank goodness my oldest sibling was protective

A bitch who could and did kick some ass

My sisters were treated so much better than me

Sometimes I longed to be a girl, so I would be loved too.

Dressing in their clothes, makeup and shoes

That never went over well when my secret was revealed

I spent much time locked in my room, a padlock outside the door

Sometimes that was to keep me from stealing food

I wasn’t allowed to watch TV, ordered to stand or sit

Just out of view, but I could still hear what was going on

Often I stood at the dinner table, not deserving a seat

Several times I showed people my bruises, so to avoid that

New punishment for misbehaving was jalapeno peppers I was forced to eat

And soon Child Protective Services took me far away

I thought that might be my salvation, boy I was wrong

They took me away to a scary place where nightly

I received drugs to make me sleep, when I wasn’t being raped

When I was finally freed from that, by coming of age

My dad then denied me a simple can of soup

Though there wasn’t a penny to my name

I’m pretty sure I was born gay – this my dad abhorred

My mom seemed to accept it, but she had her own shame

Got sent to the penitentiary once, for stealing at her request

As a repeat offender, I spent many years in the pen

Finally with God’s grace, I got my life together

Finding a good mate, a fulfilling job, and attending school

I have been blessed with two loving accepting sisters

And over the years their families have grown, making me

An uncle and a great uncle, which I absolutely adore

Been educated – a bachelors, a masters, and part of a second masters

Yet still having trouble reconciling the fact my dad isn’t proud of me

He has grown to accept me, it was a hard battle uphill all the way

I feel he loves me, too – just not the way he should and I deserve

I have other struggles, too and have fallen off the wagon

With God’s favor and placing it all in is hands

I know I will get through this – I know he will help me accept

The hand I was dealt in this life – it sucked

But at least I was dealt two pair – not a fucking fold.

**[OR should the last line be: But at least I was dealt two pair – not a folding hand. Opinions please ;-)]**


An Honest Deception ( NaPoWriMo 4-16-14)


Using today’s NaPoWriMo prompt from Daisy Fried, – the basic idea is to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Here you go 🙂 


As February has 31 days

And the Sun circles the Earth ten different ways

Each morning the sun rises in the west

And your last guess is always the best

Remember people never lie

And if you live righteously you’ll never die

Being in love always lasts forever

Will the good times end – oh no never

People will always love each other

No one will ever kill another’s brother



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