window opened to the beautiful park with many green trees


Gorgeous the way the buildings sit like
Many colored blocks atop the ridge outside
My new home, like curtains open to mountains beyond.

There’s a comforting noise and bustle to the place,
Children laughing and shouting as they play,
Playful breezes that linger a while to stay.

Sometimes in the chill of the morning sun,
I think how far I’ve come
From the horrors, the terrors of what came before.

Never thought I would get here-
Never thought I could stay here.
Now, I wonder if the air would taste as sweet,
As precious and priceless to me,
If not for the contrast of war.



Scraps of clothing left discarded on the floor of
An empty house.

The silence that follows after we tell you
The truth.

A moment in time when the world seems to

Words you will never be able to

Plans you will never be able to

Falling down
down into the future



Okay, this is extremely free verse poetry. =D But – not really. I had a poem I was going to post today for the A-Z Challenge, but I really don’t like it because it’s dark and depressing and cynical. Trust me. It’s bad.

Tomorrow, more poetry as promised.

Okay, one Annie knockoff (I already did Poe this month and also epic fantasy poetry so why not Annie?) Ahem.


The sun will be out today – cuz it’s a really beautiful day today,
More so than yesterday or tomorrow.

…Yeah, that’s all I’ve got.

Seriously, it’s really nice out today. I want to

Think deep thoughts. Think deep thoughts! But can’t! Too sunny and perfect room temperature outside! Tomorrow, though. There won’t be sun. =D


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Tranquil waters lap at my ankles, as I stir with my feet, while
Red and gold of eternally setting and rising suns paint
Universes of incomparable loveliness in my mind.

Your hand quests for mine, quietly warm, seeking.
I lean closer, twine my fingers in yours, thinking of
Many waters coming together as one.

On the surface, all calm, unchanging, eternal,
On the surface.

I lean against your shoulder,
Close my eyes.

If only love could talk, it would reach deep beneath,
It would rumble and roar, I am sure.
I lean against you.

I am
Simply content.



Grab the world by the edge and tear open a hole,
Like opening a book. Peel aside the world you think
You know, the world you think you see. Reveal
Another world, a darker and deeper one. Good.

Step through the frayed edges of stray imagination,
Fears and hopes dripping on barren earth. Nightmares
Watch from the corners of your dreams, the
Only escape from the world in a world you made, are
Making, will make. Come closer. Tiptoe farther.

Don’t turn around, don’t look back, when the
Dried parchment of your former life crackles
Bends and warps, retreating into itself, into
Unreality, the opposite of where you stand now,
Are now, will always be now. Here. In this place,
With us, with me, in your real home.




One boy, one girl, two Halfling guides,
Five swords, three horses (their sturdy rides),
An invisible giant, their guardian strong,
Were confident nothing could go wrong.

Right. “Someone should probably write this all down.
It’s all fun and games till somebody drowns.
That’s what mom used to say.”

“Too bad she isn’t alive today.
But she died scowling, clinging to
A lifeboat-” “Enough of that, you!”

The road is long and winds around the brook
Where neighbors pause to have a look.
“Insane, madness,” (and great gossip fodder,)
Something to watch while wading in the water.

The road leads to the ancient castle,
Which they reach with little hassle,
Apart from one werewolf fight,
After which they seemed all right,
Until one horse became a were horse,
Replaced by a new one of course,
A horse which did not talk like the first,
But still it could have been worse.
Also, the bats and the cats and the rats
And the flying monkeys with hats.
A few other things they’d rather forget.
Eventually, they reached their target.

“We have come to challenge the dragon!”
“Strict orders. No heroes allowed in.”

“We’re not heroes, ” said Halfling one.

“If you were, then I’d suggest you run.

Well, good luck, fare well, I did what I could.”

No sooner does he finish then who should
Come along but the dragon, teeth gleaming,
Smiling and  in every way seeming
Pleased with itself and what it sees.
“Dinnertime always comes best in threes.”

“About the horses,” Halfling two starts to say.

“Ixnay on the ombiezay orseshay,”
Says Halfling three, former second horse
(Who’d rather be all horse than half, of course.)

One boy, one girl, three Halfling guides,
Depart on foot without their rides.
Just as well. Should they tell
Someone a zombie dragon
May soon be invading the town?

They decide instead to head down
South, always nice this time of year.
(Unless you believe in vampire deer….)


Author’s note: I wrote all of these poems before April but only managed to schedule ahead through the middle of the month. Also, I know this poem is really, really horrible. That will be all!




What happens in Florence, stays in Florence.
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A few too many glasses of red wine,
A few too many rounds of songs dancing-
After that, It’s all a blur.

Seated in the back of a small cell,
To you, I say, “Next time, I buy drinks.”
You agree, but then again, you
Never say no to free drinks.

I practice my line for the next time they ask.
No sir, I cannot remember. No, I had no idea.
Yes, I will do better in the future, I swear.
Next time, we invite you
To our party, as well. Promise.