It was a beautiful day when I talked to you
That was a great feeling of something new
It was a beautiful day when I heard your voice
One that I wonder if I had a choice
It was a beautiful day when we met
A beautiful day that took away my breathe
Those were beautiful days I visited
I reminisce and sometimes I miss it
Those were beautiful times I looked into your eyes
What pretty pictures imprinted in my mind
Those were beautiful things we shared
I just wanted to tell you here
You were my everything

He started to mimic the cries of a child
The birds started their clicking sounds
Warnings in another language
Gun shots in the far distance
Still not home

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Can I ask a few questions?
From different angles,
Different times &
Different spaces,
As my mind processes
This energy I’m emitting.
Looking for my reflection, perception
Always looking different, the
Human I’m becoming is
Constantly growing.While Looking
Through different angles,
Different times & different spaces.
Acknowledgement of growth
So I ask my mirrored self,
Where else can we go?
With the space & time.
What are we gonna do
With them both?
To create a better brighter image.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why and how do
We reflect these images.

Dear, Unsealers:

I know, I’m a day behind as it’s the second day of February.

But it’s time to welcome in February all the same. After a whirlwind December and a long, drawn-out January.

This is the shortest month on the calendar. Twenty-eight days. Here’s hoping this month isn’t nearly as eventful as the last one was.

With that being said, it’s time to welcome in the new month…

Welcome, February!

After the longest January imaginable
The shortest month of the year opens the door

Twenty-eight new days ahead
Days of love, kindness, and compassion abound
Honoring the saints, Brigid of Kildare and Valentine

Of reminding ourselves
We’re in this world together
Through all of the twists and turns that come along

Days of finding voices and verses
With the Poetic Summer fast approaching

Even if the weather outside still reminds us of winter
There’s hope of brighter days coming our way

A blank canvas for the month ahead
One that goes by in the blink of an eye

He’s air

Not the air you breathe

He’s the air that gently brushed your cheek on that perfect spring morning

The warm air that feels like it’s been long awaited for on the first day of summer

The air that warms you because of the bonfire in the fall

The sweet air that brings you a step back and makes you realize what life is all about

The air that makes you see all the beauty everywhere

Heart went up in smoke.
Then turned cold,
Watching time unfold
As I inhale & exhale.
Observing the twists & turns
Of my vapors fading.
Just an observation, manipulating
“My space” through
(Time) as i Emit energy.
Particles partially fading
In a particular way.
To capture a picture.
Would be soo… captivating.
“Slow motion” catching a glimpse
Of 《time》 fading.

Time collapsed, reached
That destination.
Time to take it further.
Contemplating and recalculating
With another goal to reach.
Time consuming with
Work, reading & writing
Wonders of where to venture off to next.
Feet firmly planted trying to stay one step Ahead, staying in the moment & mixed past
Times for the “future” in the present.
Tenacious Times fall with a gift.

One day
I’ll have all that I need
And I won’t have to stress
About making it to
Tomorrow
In one piece.

One day
I’ll be on the beach
Sipping on margaritas
And working on that tan
Without it becoming a
Red lobster burn.

One day
Is all I need
To have my day
In the sun,
To finally be
THAT person.

One day
There won’t be
A Climate of Fear
Choking me
Every time I dare
To speak against horror.

One day
We’ll all realize
The preciousness of sharing
This finite world
And finally work for
The sake of preserving
Life great and small.

One day
Is perhaps the
Single worst word pairing
In the English language.
It’s a panacea at best.
A half hearted no at worst.

One day
Hangs loosely in
The future
As I finish this.
I’ll say it less
Someday. One day.

Planting a royal tree,
It blossoms with love
Grown with loyalty.
Sprouted in the darkness.
With the crown loving the light.
Rooted in nature, with water
Becoming bigger & stronger.
Benefits from the Fruits of my labor.
Self love being plucked and enjoyed
New roots & branches being exploited.

Vulnerable with some,
Assertive with respect.
Loud with boundaries,
Insecure with experience
Determined with patience.

My phone is filled with notes
A continuation of fragmented phrases pieced together with intention
Folding neatly within each other
Yet so scattered
As I continue on this journey to clarification
Love
I bring up the word love
The feeling of the word love
four letters depicting emotion
Viewing the world differently because of it
I know my love is near
Arms reached out in eye range
Filled with the feeling
Overflowing with thought
Joy fills my notes
Although these fragmented phrases run across my phone
In due time it will all make sense and all the pieces will be where they need to be.

I know I’m supposed to hate you,
and by all rights, I should.
You’re the man who loved her before me,
and you didn’t treat her good.

She came to me so broken,
her trust was crushed to pieces.
I worked so hard to mend it,
Bringing her flowers and Reese’s.

You never liked her laugh,
So she buried it like a coffin.
I love her wonderful cackle,
and I make her do it often.

She told me about the fights,
all the yelling and the hurt.
The only time we raise our voice,
Is when we’re singing in church.

You never liked her family,
and her family never liked you.
But when I walk in the door,
They all cheer “MATTHEW!”

I’m glad you didn’t treat her right,
You taught her a valuable lesson.
And made me work for her love,
With a pure-heart intention.

I’d like to say that losing her,
Was the biggest mistake of your life.
But you did all the right things,
to send me my wife.

So I guess I can’t really hate you,
I don’t have a reason.
In a weird way, I love you, man…
and thank you for leavin!

“Her Ex”
-Matty Jablonsky

Something is better than nothing,
Sometimes life is just struggling.
Somewhere somehow
Someone, will show up like they’re Summoned.
Some times, where things feel like blessings.

From the instant we arise to the time we go to sleep, we have this possibility to achieve as much as we can in order to succeed for the day.
We have these opportunities to take every experience given and embrace the outcome. Grow from it. Learn from it.
From the time we step foot on the ground from our bed to the time we put that foot back under the covers, we have the chance to make a name for ourselves.
We have the chance to speak our truth. Some may crave reactions from that truth, but that’s the human thing to do. Keep shouting your truth. Keep making a name for yourself.
Life is one big grace period. Each day is just the stepping stone to that period.
The more you live. Accomplish. Succeed. The more time you are given.
From the moment your eyes open to the moment they close, you, the main character of this story, choose just how that grace period will end.

Another day, another nickel
All this stress brought on a pimple

I get cranky and hangry
Overall angry
Someone just get it over with and hang me

Never mind all that now dear, you are too classy
You just tend to get a little sassy
Shower, skincare & sleep is what you need

Never give up, and my beauty will succeed

Thinking of words while
Listening to music
A Poet Formulating.

Forgotten in the hidden emotions I feel,
Behind the weed and underneath the alcohol,

SEEN too much,
HEARD too much,
KNOW TOO MUCH
Forgot to SPEAK UP
Because I didn’t know any better
And because you said I didn’t need any help,

So I’m just another “mad black woman” who can do bad all by myself because you said

black people don’t need therapy

I listened

I believed you but I forgot to believe me
I was lost because I forgot I was innocent