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Is hope to be found;
in things I buy underground.
From plants and pills;
my world spills;
into the next.
Until nothing beats
inside my chest.


Poetry Monday #23

My Eyes

You’re my eyes when I can’t see;
the destructive life I tend to lead.
Drugs or drink.
Sex, love, or how I think. 17 more words


Poetry Monday #22

So, I missed a week. But good things were happening. I had a Cover Reveal for my new book. If you haven’t seen it, you should check it out. 90 more words


Haiku Wednesday

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


Poetry Monday #20 - Voices

The voice of reason speaks too low.
It’s always late or doesn’t show.
Mistakes are made.
Words are spoke.
You can’t take back what the world now knows. 33 more words


Poetry Monday: "Dance with Heart"

Happy Monday! Surprise! I’m still here, though I realise that I haven’t posted at all over the past few months. Here is a new poem that I wanted to share, and I’m hoping that I can return to posting once a week again (we’ll take it day by day right now). 274 more words