Poetry Monday

Silence

Is hope to be found; in things I buy underground. From plants and pills; my world…

My Eyes You’re my eyes when I can’t see; the destructive life I tend to lead.…

So, I missed a week. But good things were happening. I had a Cover Reveal for…

This started as a love poem then went way off course. That’s why I love it.…

I actually wrote this a few years ago, but it’s still one of my favorites.

The voice of reason speaks too low. It’s always late or doesn’t show. Mistakes are made.…

I always write poetry on Mondays. Today I wrote two. This one is for Joe.

Clarity. Misguided voices in your head. Speak of hatred, anger, death. Whisper signs. Corrupt your mind.…

I want you broken, battered, and beat. I want you on your back unable to stand.…

Don’t really want to blog. So, I wrote this poem. Share. Dream. Live.