I Dreamt Again

I Dreamt Again


I dreamt again-

The kind of dream

that leaves you gasping,

and your chest too tight.


Everything we have built

was going up in flames-

You were trapped,

I could hear your screams.


They tried to stop me,

but they couldn’t hold on-

I found my way to you,

just like I always have.


I held on to you,

wrapped you in my arms-

You begged me to leave,

but I couldn’t, not alone.


The fire surrounded us-

The heat and the smoke

chased the breath

from our lungs.


We whispered,

I love you, I love you

against each other’s lips,

as we lost everything.


I huddled over you,

trying to protect you,

but I couldn’t, I couldn’t,

and we went up in flames.


I wake up, frightened,

and you hold me close-

You’re here with me, safe,

but I dreamt again.


Late Nights

Late Nights

It’s finally quiet, after a long, long day. The kids are asleep, tucked away safe in their beds. The ceiling fan casting slow moving shadows against their ceiling, from their nightlight cycling through colors of red, purple, blue, green, and back again. The radio turned down low, the smooth sound of George Straight floating from the crack under the door. She’s sprawled across her bed, snoring gently, blankets bunched near her feet. She’s always slept just like her father. He’s wrapped up in his blankets, the soft material brushing at his face with every gentle breath, his chubby baby fingers hold tight to his favorite stuffed bear.

It’s dark out, the street quiet, way past any sane person’s bedtime. Including my husband. Safe and dreaming up in our bed. I sit on the couch, wondering why it is that I am not up there, dreaming away next to him. The dog huffs out a groan from the floor by my feet. Apparently it is past his bedtime, too. He heaves himself to his feet, and moves to sleep in his crate instead. Why am I still awake, when even the dog has decided it’s too late?

Insomnia. Anxiety. It’s a combination that does not bode well for a good night’s sleep. It means late nights, little sleep, and dark circles under my eyes. Is there a real way to hide those? Late night television has not gotten any better over the years. Infomercial. Infomercial. Infomercial. Oh, new kind of toaster oven. Infomercial. Oh. Oh, ok. Not an infomercial. Moving on. Anything good saved on the DVR? Kids’ cartoons. Cartoons. Kids’ movie. Why did he record a football game? Cooking shows. Do I really want to watch one now? It always makes me hungry. No. Finally, tired. Time to try to sleep


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It’s been nearly twenty years

since we lost you,

but it does not feel like that long.


The wound left by your passing

has long since scabbed over

and left behind a scar.


There is still pain left behind it,

it aches and serves

as a not so gentle reminder.


But it no longer bleeds,

it no longer has the sharp edge

of a fresh wound.


This scar that sits on my heart

will never let me forget,

but I no longer drown in the grief.


I wrote this poem for my great grandmother, whom I love dearly, and miss terribly. I did try to leave it a bit vague, to make it easier to connect to. I hope everyone liked it. Let me know what you think in the comments below.



 It pierced her heart-

burning her from

the inside out,

tasting like acid

in the back of her throat.


This agony

is not anything

she would wish,

even on the most hated

of all of her enemies.


She clenched her fists-

her skin felt like

a raging inferno-

Any moment now,

she would turn to ash.


How he danced,

but not with her-

Moving, flowing,

like a demon

with the face of an angel.


Oh, the pain-

How she longed

to rip the feathers

from his wings,

cage him, for just her.


As if he felt

her angry eyes,

he turned, smiled,

twisted the knife, deeper,

into a gaping wound


So hot,

why is it so hot-

She couldn’t breathe,

the burn chased

 the air from her lungs.


The beat changed,

moved faster now,

echoed the rapid

gallop of her

runaway heart.


Suddenly there,

he stands before her,

smiled again,

hands on her hips,

lips against her ear.


And cool air

rushed into her

screaming lungs-

The hideous acid green

faded from her sight.


So, that was my poem called “Jealousy.” I hoped you enjoyed it, please give it a like, and shoot me a comment below. I love to hear from you guys.


Here is the next poem that I will be sharing. Please, enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comment section below.


I stand at the window,

watching the flakes flutter down,

moon bright on the blanket of white-

Cup warm in my hand,

the rich smell of melted chocolate

making me fuzzy


Bare feet, near silent

on gleaming wood floors-

Beard prickly against my cheek,

soft lips soothing the faint sting-

Eyes the color of evergreens

crinkle at the corners,

Laughing at my surprise


I study a face I know

almost as well as my own,

wrinkles I hadn’t noticed before-

When did we start getting older-

I don’t remember

agreeing to grow up-

He laughs again


Bed time he says,

the kids are always up early-

I take one last sip, it’s cold-

How long have we been standing here-

Cup in sink, run the water

till the cup runneth over,

one more dish for tomorrow

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think.



I’ve decided to post some poems that I wrote for one of my English classes. This is the first ins the series, please enjoy, and let me know what you guys think in the comments below.



A flicker

A spark

A light in the dark



Never going out

But fading


Till suddenly

It dances




Chasing away

All of the shadows

A place of refuge

A guiding light