Jillian’s Blog

Welcome to the weird and wonderful world of my mind, where stories and poems flow randomly out at the most inopportune times.

I tend to get ideas in the strangest of places when I am busy doing something else. I have written poems off the side of the road, in parking lots, on napkins and even on gum wrappers before. When the thoughts decide to come, they rush out quickly, and I feel like I am chasing them down before they disappear forever.

I hope you enjoy reading some of my random works.

Rember to stay true to yourself, no matter how weird that is, its ok because they are what makes you unique.

— Peace and Blessings,

Jillian

The Cloud Over My Head

True pain is ever present once you have been hurt so badly that you no longer can feel the same. Something inside of you changes forever. Pieces are stolen, and you are left filling your now broken heart with plaster to hold it together. This poem is a reflection of the pain I have for someone dear to me. It will never fill or stop cracking. I can only keep putting the plaster back on it to hold the pieces together.

I Wish

I wish for you the stars that light up the nights dark sky I wish for you the birds that soar as they go by I wish for you the sun that warms us when we are cold I wish for you the moon that calms our mind when we are old. I wish for you the flowers that brighten up a...

The Troll of Gratiot

There once lived the Troll of Gratiot, who was as greedy as she could be. She stole from most she knew, including her family. The Troll lived in seclusion, away from most in town. She would stock pile her goods around her, and always wore a frown.   Now the old...

Little Cabin On The Lake

Little Cabin on the lake, take away my woes. With your lemon squares, and comfy chairs, and a soft cool breeze that blows.   I rock back and forth lazy as can be. Looking out of the windows at the swaying of the trees.   Forget about my problems for now....

Ode to Coffee

I love a cup of coffee. Smells so bold and so sweet. Add a little bit of creamer, to make it quite the treat. The warmth wrapped around the mug. My hands reaching across both sides. The aroma blesses my nose, in waves, like the lakes morning tides. I take the first...

Wrinkles like Mine

I love my wrinkles. They show I have stood the test of time. They reflect all my worries and joys. They resemble each giggle, each song, each well-written rhyme. I love my wrinkles. I embrace each little one. They signify each year of my life, my failures and battles...

The Local Diner

Little local diner Dishwasher has a cold Sue behind the fryer Mugs are rather chipped and old Love this little diner Everyone knows your name Classic rock on the radio Menu stays the same Smell of pancakes and eggs Old man in the corner complains about his legs...

America’s Passage to Equality

Is my pain so less than yours? Your sign says opened Yet you lock the doors Do you hold my hand at the same time you tie my feet? Is it now that history is doomed to repeat? Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, But for many, our equality passes. Take...

The Souls Behind the Stars

  I did not know you, but, I know who you are. You are the brave soul that stands behind that bright shining start. You are the one who keeps me safe at night. You are the one who stands tall to honor what's right. You kiss your spouse and kids each day. Then...