My head is split open, but I never saw the ax.

A woodpecker flies in to work and invites friends to keep him company.

Lock me up in a room without light, so I can get lost in the dark.

My dreams will do the mending.

Although, I’ve had a headache all day, today was not a bad day. I was still in good spirits, but I am looking forward to going to bed.

Goodnight readers. May your dreams be sweet by casting away the demons from the day.

Until next time…




p o e t r y  

power to quiet riot.

you, I, we

try to put out worry,

yet we’re prey tore up.

true to pie or woe.

erupt wit per eye,

too wet,

row or wipeout.

you toy, I pot,

we repot


Tonight, I noticed all of the letters in the word poetry are in the top row of letters on the keyboard. So I wrote a poem using only the letters in that row: q w e r t y u i o p.

Feel free to try this exercise! And if you do, please share your poem with me.

Thank you for reading.