Sadness swallows me as I realize you don’t care if I succeed.

I thought you were my friend but I was just a burden.

Something you kept around just in case you needed it.

My Truth

After all these years,

I’m still broken.

A Hair’s Breath – A Poem

A Hair’s Breath

I found a piece of you today, a tiny wisp of nothing that made me cry.

Funny how our grief never leaves us.

It lurks just below the surface, waiting to wrap its cold fingers around our throat.

Now I sit here strangled and rendered immobile by a tiny wisp of  nothing.

Play Nice – Poem

Just when I convince myself to conform and play nice I find a blazing sign from destiny not to.

Story Poem

Is this a poem, a story, a life journey or the inner workings of my mind?

No one cares what I think.

Muse – Poetry Story


I’m unmotivated, my muse abandoned me.

Poetry – making me a better Writer

Being a better Writer through poetry – I hope

Scrap of Success

I try,
I work against the odds.
I try for you,
I work against the unfamiliar.
I try for all of us,
I work against your passive aggressive comments.
Why do you work so hard to belittle me and my efforts when I’m doing it all for us?
Does my scrap of success scare you that bad?
I only did it to help us.

More dark poetry

Here comes more darkness from me. 🤔

Tired of falling on your grenades.

Six word story or poetry?

Story or poem?

I can’t be me with you.

Side note: someone really needs to send me a link to the criteria of six word stories. I might be murdering them unconsciously.

Poetry or sixish-word story?

Poem or story?

Isolation. Self-inflicted?
Loneliness. Deserved?
Despair. Hopeless?

Poetry or Song Lyrics?

An unnamed poem?

I got a poem written yesterday as well but I’m starting to see a pattern of a disturbing nature.

Here’s Saturdays poem.

I came to you
I was there
I was there

I was overwhelmed
I tried to be there
I tried to be there

I waited
I wanted you here
I wanted you here

I gave up
I knew you wouldn’t come
I knew you wouldn’t come


To post or not to post

Since I’m in full editing mode when I’m working I feel like my writing muscles may shrivel up from not being used.  I have challenge myself to try to write a daily poem.  So, far I wrote one yesterday but I am fearful of sharing it here.  I don’t mind sharing bits of my works in progress but something about sharing poetry seems more intimate.  Feel free to laugh at me.  I may come to a place where I will feel comfortable to share it, I guess we’ll see.

What do you do to keep your writing muscle flexed?