• Health,  Life,  Love,  Parenting,  poem,  Running,  Writing

    Mending A Broken Heart

      Good morning, everyone. How have you all been doing? I have been doing great actually, for the most part. ๐Ÿ™‚ I know it’s been a bit since I’ve written on here but mostly because I’ve been doing more writing offline than on. Usually when I write I post whatever I’ve written almost immediately but that’s brought me to a point where everything new is being posted. That makes it hard to come up with new material that you haven’t seen that might go into a book. And it looks like I may be getting to the point where I have an actual book of my very own poetry to…

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    Dear Love

    by Jesi Scott   Dear Love,   How do I begin to say all that my words cannot convey? How I wish you’d simply stayed away.   I was fine all on my own when you made yourself known, understanding I didn’t want to be alone.   And there I was, caught in your gravity, lost without reason, no clarity, baptised in your rhapsody.   Now, here I stand watching you walk away, the words catching in my throat, held at bay, as memories replay.   My fragile strength is now gone. I am broken, no reason to move on. And this conclusion was foregone- the moment you said hello.…

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    Crumbling Bridges

    Blank faces stare like blank pages waiting to be filled- empty; darkness upon the face of the deep. One big bang to fill a vast universe of mind and matter, and a paradoxical heart, both black hole and a thousand suns, all of it endlessly spinning, dizzily tipping, until we all fall down. 00

  • #BeReal,  Blog,  Parenting

    It Takes a Big Man…

    It takes a lot to admit you’re wrong, but it takes even more to admit to your faults. One of mine is that I am very sensitive to being told I’m not responsible or that I am a bad parent. Don’t tell me I’m either because unless you are around me and my kids 100% of the time you have no idea whether I am a good parent or not, or if I’m completely irresponsible. If you see one moment out of thousands of moments, does that even give you the right to judge me on it? Maybe. Maybe not. But what if you are around me and my kids…

  • October Poetry Writing Month,  OctPoWriMo

    #OctPoWriMo Day One: TIME

    Hello, my lovelies. I apologize for the lack of blog posts. I’m afraid I had several technical difficulties which resulted in the blog being down for a few months while the problem was tracked down and fixed. Also, I’ve been sick with what I think was the flu but it acted like bronchitis and now I’m to be tested for underlying adult asthma. Fun stuff. Still, considering what my other possibilities were (i.e., heart attack or lung cancer), I’ll certainly take the better of them. And now that I’m back to feeling *somewhat* normal (I can breathe and sprint across the road without feeling like I’m going to pass out),…

  • Poetry

    Never Have I Ever! Have You?

    Shall We Play A Game By Jessica Scott   Never have I ever Heard a word so true As the lies that, from his lips, Fell like morning dew.   Never have I ever Seen a light so bright That from his eyes shined to hide The shadows of his spite.   Never have I ever Felt so far from smart As the day I let him enter My scarred but mended heart.   Never have I ever Felt so much betrayed As the day I realized Love was only a charade. 00

  • #BeReal,  Poetry

    Love Her As She Is

    I know this amazing woman who has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She says she has alien eyes but I think they’re rather gorgeous. And she has a voice that’s like warm honey. Sometimes, I don’t think she realizes how deeply her words touch people, and how, even in her dark moments, she still shines like a star. Because Lizzi calls her Sunset I’ve begun to think of her that way. Her spirit reminds me of the color of the sky as it turns from red to coral to pink to blue to indigo to ink. I don’t think you can pick one color out from her…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    What Would You Do?

    Today’s poetry promptย is to write about conquering the world. What if you had no boundaries, nothing counted, and you could do anything you want. Basically, pretend you are Bill Murray reliving Groundhog Day for one day. What would you do? There is only one thing I would do. I would spend one more day with my dad. I would show him how his passing has made me stronger, how it pushed me to begin stepping out of my comfort zones, and how proud I am to be his daughter. Have a great Thursday! xo Jesi   Limitless By Jesi Scott     If the sky were the limit And there…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    For Pete’s Sake…

    Apologies. Yesterday, I was unable to submit anything for the OctPoWriMo prompt because I ended up having to wear an eye patch on an eye which left my other eye for me to see with…and I am apparently blind as a bat with little depth perception in that eye. I think what may have happened is that while I was outside in my backyard some pollen got in my eye (you would not believe the amount of pollen out there right now-it covers everything) and I am apparently very ocularly allergic to pollen. I felt as if the Snow Queen’s mirror had broken and that the shard of glass was…