rest in peace

Death is the only thing permanent everything else is temporary. Ingrid Jennings

Sorrow (taken from the book Slopjar)


Who knew my heart would ache like this,  who knew the pain I carried, beaten on my back by whips of steel,  I lie broken, crushed, dismembered by the lies of betrayal.   Lord help me now,  I’m a bruised woman tortured by withered dreams and faulty words.   I sit amongst demons and bitter souls,  I… [Continue Reading]

Roses, Violets, and Dreams


My roses are withered, my violets are too, so are my dreams, so what do I do?   Do I water them with grace, and pot them with pride, or do I burn them to the ground,  and begin a new garden?  I say burn them, burn them to the ground,  begin a new garden, where… [Continue Reading]



Blinded by the curtains of love, entangled in the string of a heart, bewitched by strong concoctions of feelings, I wish I would have stopped to think of all the consequences love always brings.  It makes you smile, it makes you frown, it makes you mad, it makes you glad, it makes you sad.  It… [Continue Reading]