Revised: An Empty Love Letter

I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift.

I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha’s Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting.

I was fortunate enough to attend this program a few weeks ago and I learned so much.

I came home with a new found enthusiasm to work on my poetry and short stories. So this is my first revision of an old post.

via An Empty Love Letter

Music Monday’s

I forgot it was Monday and that I should be sharing some music. In the spirit of this weekend-here are my choices.

Notice the recurring theme!

Because I am a queen that thing goes on-and-on.

Let’s Share: Lisa St. John

You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer’s conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity.

Check out her blog.

Oh, and her poetry because it is beautiful.

Let’s Share: Mary Beth

I made a new friend at a conference I attended over the weekend. Please stop by her and visit her blog. She was absolutely delightful and kind. She definitely had an infectious smile.

Happy Monday!


I Can’t Think of Anything Else to Say

I can’t think of anything else to say.
My words just fade away.
Opening my mouth as nothing comes out.
I stare into the world with my empty dreams.
Days go by and life goes on.
Fading into darkness and I fall into despair.
Waiting in the night.
Reminiscing in my mind, I fall back and hide away.
Crawl into myself.

Safe-inside myself.

Screech and howl and scream out loud

Screech and howl and scream out loud
Chant that wicked song

Create the fear inside their souls
Fill their life with dread

Take their life into your hands

Show them all their fears
Listen to those dismal screams of dismay pierce the silent night
As their doubts reveal

Kill the love inside their hearts
and rip them up to shreds

Sing that wicked song out loud
Let them hear their death