Victorious Sunshine

Portions of my life have been filled with torture.
I’ve never let that determine the amount of happiness
I could feel. That has always been up to me, even in the
darkest of times. Even when my happiness was the source
of desire to be owned; as a human filled with evil stirs
their mental pot trying in every way to destroy this light,
knowing the child will eventually surpass anything
they ever were, or tried to be, and the mornings filled with
sunshine escapes their greed; waiting is the damp dark empty
coffin which they constantly watch in their mind’s eye,
just for them, every very single day.

-M. Taggart


I apologize for the darkness. It’s connected to the phone call. It’s gotta come on our somehow.

Cheers everyone.

Words are dead

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

-Emily Dickinson. Final Harvest, (1212).

Thoughts? Is a word ever dead? I think not. Besides that, notice the capitals. Ignore rules and write how it is.





I received a phone call this morning.
the kind that lasts all day.

You can push it aside,
but it’s there, sitting in your stomach
and slowly climbs through your heart
and eventually into your head.

Where, either you deal with it,
or it deals with you.


-M. Taggart