Broken Vase

you want to be loved the way you are
you say you are beautiful
i say… delusion has moved in

you’re a fragile vase
cracks are running deeper
soon… you will be broken again

there is nothing to love
and nobody you are willing to cherish
our story has closed… even before it began

Simple Things


i loved the way you picked apples
not one sense of greed within your soul
as you reached deep into leaves
and collected a little piece of life

we peeled… stewed and baked
sweetness bubbling under skin
the air pungent with the aroma of hot pie
and you… and me…
in love with simple things



i’m not promising anything
not saying i won’t
not stating i will
i’m just… NOT

are never revolutions

one step at a time
see where it falls
see where i land

no disappointment
minus judgement

a year
with no guarantee
nothing declared
i’m just… NOT


Who started these new year resolutions anyway?  Please… keep them away from me!

This Summer

i would like to say
you’d be walking by my side
but this summer
will not be like that
you’ll be over there
while i’m right here
thinking about
what could have been
if only’s on my walls
if only
everything was different

Shrink That Spam Head

Doesn’t it just make your day when another writer posts links to their own blog in a comment box to your poetry?!!!!

But then I thought, why get annoyed, just laugh at a mind who thinks so highly of themselves, all they have to say to is, “Have you seen my blog?”

Oh please, get over yourselves you big headed spammers!  We are all the same here on WordPress, writing little pieces of our lives.  If you want others to read your work, maybe have something to say about what you’ve written – write something good, write from the heart, then be patient.  Don’t expect, don’t demand attention, because you won’t get it.

Shrink that spam head.  Be an interesting person, see the talent in others, and people will like you too.

Not Proud

I’m not proud of myself at all
I hate the very word
Of what?

I’m nothing but a failure
And no… most of it’s not my choosing
Life has forced its grim face on me
Then laughed at what it created

Failure… is failure
And no
Not proud at all



if you think you’re sad
on what scale is mine
to uncover the hidden pieces
of you
i don’t care to know

and sure as hell
if you really wanted me
you couldn’t bring
all of your darkness
to where i am
i wouldn’t let you

you are beautiful
at least
i saw that you were
so why hold on
to such emptiness
trash and darkness
and lose everything
for a mere child’s game

i’m mystified
more than horrified
and totally accustomed
to disappointment
i’ll go on as i always do
as i did before
i’ll sigh lightly on my way out
because that is the tale
and entirety of my life

i would never have asked
for change
i’m no ignorant female
and certainly nobody’s good girl

i gave up belief in man altering
long time ago

maybe goodbye
is all that remains
you choose
it’s your life
after all

So Damn Polite

i wish I hadn’t been so damn polite
i wish i’d aimed spit into my enemies eyes
stamped their toes till they bled
and twisted their mischievous arms

always too nice for my own good
always the one in the lonely corner
playground blues from year to year
and shaky knees with no cure

everyone loves an honest girl
even if it’s only to use her
i wished i’d been just a little more fake
and not worn my heart on so many sleeves


Image result for vladimir kush paintings

i wanted it to be
the way it is
in stories

it turns out
the same… again
his eyes that way
my ears this way

differences dividing
right down our centre

i wanted it to be
new found love
the way it often begins
and ends
in books

my heart never learns
that kind of love
those guys

are only tales



High on the hills my lungs are full
air clear as spring water
not a single sound
but the hum of inner thoughts

It is time for the journey
to completely cast off
the weight of my acquaintances
to unearth the strayed self

To be a running girl on an island
the wind beneath her hair
an assurance of change
and wings strong enough for flight