she's a song
you'll never hear
because you never listened.

Isn't it grand,
to be in a family of poets  
where one another holds hands with sacred pen.

Isn't it grand,
to be connected to the inspiration
that grows in our breaths and day.
Isn't it grand,
to be one of many creative souls weaving the written word into tapestries divine.
Isn't it grand,
to be in a group where love of written word shines from our hearts.

..Trees prepare to sleep
in the quiet of winter.
In their bare skeletons
to have leaves replaced by sparkling flakes.

Trees ready themselves
serenading passer-byes with their colorful leaves
reminding change is in the air.

Trees in their elegance
make me pause
appreciating the giants small and large

They are our neighbors
gifts from our Mother Earth..

There isn't a person,
I can call.
Scrolling down my contacts,
This lonely pain worsen.
There is something,
Wrong with me.
When they look at me,
What do they see.
If I could only know why,
What makes people leave me with no goodbye.

Lonely is my reality,
That Im living.
I don't go on social media,
Because I suddenly get,
A bad case of schizophrenia.
Its the perfect pill to make me,
Hate myself.
So I deleted it,
To sober myself.

If it wasnt for music,
Ill probably die,
Liquor is my favorite high.
To mask my lonely,
I let the cognac numb me.
After three glasses,
Im feeling happy.
Hidden from my lonely.