I am a WIFE, finished at that,
On the other state -
I am Queen, at the throne I sat,
Love's burning stake.

O! - How odd this woman looks!
Behind Death's eclipse!
Where angels anchor their hooks -
For Heaven's love ships.

This being comfort's fair,
Her other state was pain -
But why compare?
I am but a wife - Stop there!

A day with friends —
yet you’re all alone
but you can’t help be so entertained
by the engaging dialogue
that’s so insane
you must write these words
upon the page
you must write, and write!
you can’t explain
it’s like an itch
that you must scratch
an annoying tick
or, a nat
You know there are others
(that it’s not just you)
writers with friends…
inside their rooms.

SHE rose to his towering rule,
The plaything of his life -
Love's rusting tool,
Of husband and wife.

She hath paid her heart's due -
Once struck by Death's love bow,
Her senses laid few,
Far from what she used to know.
Her heart lays upon Death's trail,
Bleeding endless waves -
Forevermore without fail,
Until she meets the graves.

Love she missed in the new day,
Of glorious awe -
Under the showers of May,
Her beating heart still raw.

Unmentioned tensions galore,
In that home just down the road,
The marriage they both bore -
Where blood soon flowed.

Alas, the man's mind!
Possessed was he,
By Death's kind -
To forever torment she.

Bleak stormy dreary eve,
Where an ominous draft -
Set Death's yarn to weave,
Death's conniving craft.

Spirits had swallowed he,
Consuming his soul -
And burdening she,
So the funeral bells may toll.

This phantasm he may abide,
Love's ending scythe -
Against her butchered hide,
The forces Death may writhe.

And behind that home,
Just down the little road -
The blood may roam,
For the marriage she abode.

A chilly morning breeze
Crept though my curtains,
Forcing me to curl my toes
I tug for my blanket,
Instead I was caught by the chill
that crept its way up my spine

I stayed awake to see the rising of the sun,
Falling asleep in the arms of the chilly breeze,
Only to be awaken by the coldness of a sneeze.

when we walk in
in the fur boots
all the heads turn; give us the looks
that make us cringe

the photos made the cover
all plastic lip gloss smiles
all the heads turn; give us the looks
that make us rise up higher

You held my hand when I was two,
Securing me with your love so true.
A world of beauty and heart so pure,
To my silly pains your smile was cure.


Years flew so fast and I was thirteen,
I was young, impulsive and mean.
Hurts and scars were emotional,
Your soothing words made me well.


Now that I am already twenty two,
I'm miles and miles away from you.
I oftentimes think of your embrace,
Every thought is a moment's bliss.


I have my own battles to fight,
You taught me to cling to Christ tight.
When tears fall because of missing you,
I just remember how you held me when I was two.