The advocate

When all in life is broken,

when there is a hole in your soul-

wounded by the wretched attacks

of a criminal that broke through

to your weakest point.

A child is dead-

the parents: weeping

over the key element of their lives

now lost.

When the cameras roll in.

The microphones shoved in their face

a blur of faces

shifting in and out of focus

they scream and call to them,

“Speak! Speak! Tell us everything!”

When all they want to shrivel like a raisin,

the hungry reporters lapping at the juices of their pain

sopping up the mess around them in pictures and words

that will never even begin to describe their disdain.


A woman walks in

places her arm around the mother

and shields her from the light

with a mighty roar,

she silences the predators

pushes them back

and protects the victim.

She explains with compassion:

“You do not have to speak.

You do not have to show.

You can hide,

you can mourn.

Write the way you feel-

you can send it out

and maybe then they’ll leave you be.

Deny what you wish.

Say only what you wish.

They can not get to you

unless you let them.”

And so they have someone

someone who can protect them.

They have a friend.



Why do these late nights

have me dreaming of something that I don’t want?

Of something that I need-

To let go?

Why does it haunt me so?

Why can’t I just forgo

My plans for the life I knew wouldn’t exist?

Why do I fall apart

And let it break my heart

When I don’t even want what never was?

Why do you haunt me so…

I could walk away- lord knows I’ve tried.

I can’t count the times you’ve made me cry.

But this deafening silence is killing me.

Why couldn’t you just say

You were afraid to try?

What’s wrong with being man enough

to say goodbye?

Mad scientist Henry Higgins

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted on here, huh? Been busy with school work. But alas, I come to you with work from this very school. But it should be fun. Right?

We recently finished reading “Pygmalion” and oh my grammar I loved it.

The prompt was an inquiry; “is Henry Higgins a fairy godmother, or a mad scientist?”

Henry Higgins is a mad scientist in my view. Much to the standards of the film “Young Frankenstein.”

My bad.. it’s pronounced “Fronkonsteen.” Both Henry and Fredrick are quite pompous characters, not afraid to announce their talents to all just for the sake of boasting.

They offer their help even if others don’t have an issue with their life already. They act like excited little girls. After dressing their new barbie doll in the latest fashion, it’s time for “puttin on the rits” and flaunting your new favorite toy.

Although they have tough outer shells, they are capable of love, admiration, and general caring. Both look at themselves as a sort of father to the friend they had made.
So in conclusion, Henry Higgins is a mad scientist. A crazy, flamboyant, lovable, sadistic mad scientist. Thank you.


The Warm


The summer sun is warm on my brow,

An ode to the comfort it brings me

But its sweetness leaves me wondering how

its tender, luminescent touch could be.

The gentle kiss of a single ray

can, no matter what, make me feel at home

As it travels on slowly, day by day.

Though friends are lost, I am never alone.

He shall return with his golden face

After the passing of each horrid storm

And enrapture me in his grand embrace

and then make sure I have come to no harm

Through the changes, he is the one who stays

when all of the others have parted ways.

My beautiful girl

A young child runs,

her tiny toes clenching the grass beneath her feet.

She closes her eyes,

feels the wind rush against her smooth skin.

The air whips by her ears

her golden locks flying like the mane of a majestic lion

she twists and turns,

flopping on to the ground like a fish without water

but is embraced like a mother cardinal’s wing

by the scent of burning coals

She lifts her head sees her father by the grill

sighs and inhales the aroma once more

With the ground as her pillow,

and the thick summer air as a blanket,

she sleeps in blissful smileImage