Poem: Enough?

This poem is from the perspective of my character Darnell in my Work in Progress Darnell & Dylan. Hope you all like it. 🙂

Is Love Enough to Make a Marriage Work?

I want it to work

but that doesn’t mean it can

or will,

we love each other

but do we get each other?

I know the answer is no

and I like to think that can change,

I know he likes to think that too

but hope is not reality.

We might think we are perfect for each other,

we might hope that we are,

we might want to be

but that’s no good

if we make each other unhappy

if we spend too much time together,

I think I’ll always love him

and he will always love me

but is that enough?

Move On – the secret keeper Writing Prompt

In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #128. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.


(5) Words: | FINISH | LOSS | BREAK | MOVE | TAME |

Image result for broken heart

With him I find it hard to move on,

to make that break away,

want to say pathetically,

‘tame and soothe my broken heart … please’

but I won’t,

I feel the loss in silence

trying to make the pain come to an end

so I can happily put that chapter at a finish.

Poem: Painted Smile On Bleeding Heart



I was stupid

to let my heart

get so involved

and let you rip

it to shreds

like it was

a piece of rubbish

ready to be thrown out or

like clay to be moulded into

something harder

but I refuse to think it’s

useless rubbish

or to make it get harder.



I let my heart get

too involved

because I had no choice

and as much as I want to

say good riddance to you,

the sad truth is you could

play with my heart,

twist it every way you wanted

and I’d still be here

because I can’t break away,

I don’t even want it

and that’s where I’m stupid

but I can’t do anything about it.



And my heart bleeds inside

wanting to fix this,

to fix us

while you make no effort

because you don’t care

and you not caring makes my heart

bleed more but instead I paint on a smile,

believe everything will sort itself out,

I have to,

otherwise I’m going to cry again

and my pillow won’t thank me.

Poem: One-Sided


He started dancing the light fantastic

with the big noises,

the humble writer,

well she didn’t exist to him anymore

but when you dance the light fantastic

as a small fry with the big noises

you end up dancing alone

although of course she would

never let that happen,

to fall in love

she learned

was to lose all self-respect

and pick up the pieces

not because she was a goody-goody

but because she had to,

stupidly but understandably

she had to,

though he wasn’t there for her,

she knew she’d always be there for him,

it went without saying.

Poem: Just Like That



She felt so let down

in him,

in herself,

she wondered how

she thought there was a connection there,

some mutual feeling of respect and liking

and yet in seconds he

burned bridges,

erased her from his life,

just like that,

just like that,

after all she had done to help him,

just like that.

Though she wanted to be hard,

she knew she’d help him again

in the future,

it’s hard to burn bridges she knew

when you were in love

and she knew she’d be there for him again

just like that.

Poem: Fatuous Fatigue



of trying to please you,


I was not perfect either


then neither were you also,


had so much going on


I did not forget you,


you did clearly forget me,


people who never did care,


how I wish I wish


I didn’t care no more,


I will always bloody care,


it is endless fatuous fatigue


you are such hard work,


but you are worth it,


I am so caught up,


I put you before me,


just such a fatuous fatigue,


the entire reason why here.