To Brian

“Whether we see each other next week or next month … never again. It doesn’t matter, it’s only time …”

~Brian Kinney



I lost them.
The words. The emotions.
There is only the rage of
not speaking, not feeling.

I lost them.
The sparkles. The raindrops.
There is only heartache from
the steel lamp posts.

I lost them.
The golden gardenia. The glow.
There are only memories
from avenue “Rayless truth”.

I lost him.
In the night. Forever.
There is only the time to
remind me of him and it hurts.


Brian Kinney by FullHeartedDreamer on DeviantArt


A note to summer boyDon’t ever do that to me again!!! I mean it!!!


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A little of everything post


The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

Albert Einstein

Dear Mr. Einstein, I truly admire all your greatness and love your quotes which I often use, but I have one question …

How come they almost never apply to my persona?

Like the quote above? How come with me everything happens at the same time?

This past week I wanted to do so many posts here, but real life happened at once and I just couldn’t.


I wanted to make a post about the interview with me at Jingle Poetry, which you can read here, if you still haven’t

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Scent of my heart

and to thank everyone that left me beautiful comments.


I wanted in the same post to share about the interview I did at Jingle Poetry with Caribbean Fool and thank him

for his time and the fun doing the questions and reading the answers,

and most of all to thank him for the smiles.

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Caribbean Fool


I planned on writing a poem to accept the Perfect Poet Award, at Thursday Rally, for week 38, given me by Jingle.

I accept the award here and my nomination goes to Ina.


I wanted to thank Cherlyn and Sonam for being patient with me on our little projects.

Girls, I promise I’ll go back to normal soon.


Thank you everyone that came here and left a comment, spent time to read and appreciate my posts.

I’m sorry if I’ve missed to answer a comment or return a visit, it wasn’t on purpose.


And last …

I wanted to share a little happiness with you, my poem What if …?,

my Potluck entry for this week,

was included in an online literary journal

Whippoorwill journal

and all this thanks to Marissa Mullins.


To end the post, one more thank you to Jamie Dedes for everything and always, just because she is Jamie.

Come back tomorrow and read a post dedicated to Jamie.

If you haven’t read her poem The Jinn Poet, you should, masterful writing.


Love you all …

It’s funny how yesterday I was asking for another Sunday and today I’m glad it’s Monday …


© 2011  Broken Sparkles



It’s Wednesday, my favorite day of the week! Happy Hump Day everyone! I hope you all have less tensed week than mine! Being back to work after a week away, right now I feel that I need vacation after the vacation! I love going away, I love seeing new places, but when I come back the first days are … ruthlessly hard, fierce!

I wanted tonight to have a post about post cards, about collections and hobbies, but did I have the time to sit and write it? Absolutely not! The last few days have been running, running and running again. Hectic mornings, quick showers, almost warm coffee in one hand, jacket and umbrella in the other and my feet on the curves of time. Behind me two arrows, one small and one big, metal and unpleasantly cold, pushing me, saying :” Come on! Hurry up! You’re late!” And I obey, half asleep, half awake, not able to react, I just listen and obey! Living in a free world and not having any freedom, captured in the prison of time! Tangled in seconds, minutes, hours … and 24 of them are not enough, I need at least 48 these days.

I sat earlier on a bench next to the bus-stop, happy that and this day is gone and I get to go home, thinking of my dark blue arm-chair and the quietness in my flat, dreaming of sitting and doing nothing, dreaming of the time still and everything else around with it. No movements, no sounds, no phones to answer or buses to chase, no effort to apply… just me and my inside peace, having a moment of sweetness, having a minute without to think. Wishful thinking …

“Time” by RedSheep Photography


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