Tag Archives: poem

Maanarak Is Opening Up Her Soul.

I spoke with Maanarak about her soon-to-be debut book. As authors, we always give a lot of ourselves in our stories and many are biographical.

Maanarak goes even further by writing poetry and these are powerful words that she spins into a tale of past experiences. She opens up her heart and leaves it on the page. Such a gift many would love to possess. Not only does she write this amazing poetry but she illustrates using her unique style to tell the story of the poem. And she doesn’t stop there. With each poem, besides it, she tells the truth behind the words.

If it wasn’t bad enough bearing your soul in poetry, to then write the story of where the words came from, is truly inspiring and terrifying at the same time and I take my hat off to her, (if I was wearing one) for being brave enough to let it all out. She doesn’t hide behind make-believe she tells it exactly how it is and that makes it so raw and honest.
Come and meet Maanarak, the lady Behind The Pen.

You can find Maanarak on Instagram and listen for the announcement of when this more than poetry book will be published.

Black Shroud

No matter what you see on the outside, the picket fence and bright flowers.
You have no idea what it’s like on the inside, awake on every passing hour.

Darkness creeps even closer. The light is being shut out. 
I would hide inside myself but it’s an even darker place full of voices and self-doubts.

There’s no feeling of losing control, as I lost that luxury some time ago. 
I’m too tired to cry, too tried to crawl and so I sit in my cradled ball and watch the shadows fall.

You see the smiles, the paintings of laughter. 
I see a bottomless pit while my world spins faster.

I wish I could run far away 
and that everyone would just fade away.

I can’t leave, wish I could. I can’t run from my fears.
You won’t hear my silent screams and you’re blind to my invisible tears.

If only you could step into my shoes, for just one day.
Feel the knives that claw and see my darkness that washes light away.

Even then you couldn’t – wouldn’t understand.
When you take off my shoes, your mood will vanish and life goes back to being grand.





Chester Bennington, the front man for Linkin Park, business guru, husband and father of six, took his own life on June 20th, 2017.

Many are asking, what would make a person who has that life, fame, fortune, love and talent like that take his own life. His suicide has rocked not just the music world but fans globally are mourning the loss of this amazing, soft-spoken warm-hearted man.

Chester was just one of millions of people of all ages, sex and creed that suffer from depression.

Sadly creative people, writers, musicians, actors, singers, artists are more prone to suffer from depression. If you know anyone, and author, a singer, ask if they get depressed? Ask if they suffer from depression. You will be shocked by the results.

I have suffered from depression since I was a teen. I have been on antidepressants seen therapists and yes, even felt suicidal.

I understand how he felt inside and why he did what he did. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had family and friends watching him and showering him love. It was never about outside forces.
It was the demons in his head telling him he was worthless, that no one cared and how much better off his family would be without him. When your mind tells you this, you believe it. You believe the lies and your whole emotional state changes because of what your mind is telling you.


And if you are one of the lucky ones and you step out of that darkness. You wonder why how you could ever feel that way. And then you go back to life’s routine until it hits again, and again and again. But know this – from wanting to end your life and then actually doing it, can take but minutes seconds and then it’s over!

Depression is caused by a unbalancing of chemicals in the brain. Trigger that with the past and present traumas or stress and you have a time bomb.  Chester was always open about his battle with depression. He screamed his anger in his songs and his darkness and how he felt on the inside came out in the words. And we the fans loved him for it. Because we understood, we resonated with his lyrics. Being alone, being bullied, feeling like you were invisible, and mental and physical abuse. He was never ashamed and spoke openly about his depression and wanting to end it all.

I truly feel his music has helped and probably saved lives because they knew they were no longer alone.

Sadly, nothing could have prevented the inevitable. the suffocation and despair were too much for Chester, and for many others.

I am having a bad time of late and you would think that anyone who was taking three lots of antidepressant would be on a high, rather than a low, but I’m not.  I have a chronic illness and I need a cocktail of drugs just to get my arse out of bed and plant that smile on my face. I’m struggling to get through every day while the voices in my head keep knocking me back down.  I tear up at everything that makes me feel emotion.

A person only has so much strength and right now I’m feeling really weak.



Award wining poet, K.D.Rose cover reveal.

DP - Front.jpg


K. D. Rose is a poet and author.

K. D.’s book, Inside Sorrow, won Readers Favorite Silver Medal for Poetry.

Her poetry, essays, and short stories have been published in Word Riot, Chicago Literati, Poetry Breakfast, BlazeVOX Journal, Ink in Thirds, The Nuclear Impact Anthology, Stray Branch Magazine, Literary Orphans, and others. Publication is forthcoming in Eastern Iowa Review, Lunch Ticket Arts and Literary Magazine, Santa Fe Literary Magazine, Northern Virginia Review, Hermes Poetry Magazine, Maintenant Contemporary Dada Magazine, Slipstream, Wild Women’s Medicine Circle Journal, and The 2016 Paragram Press Anthology. She also won an Honorable Mention in the 2016 New Millennium Writings Poetry Contest.

Her last release was Brevity of Twit. Her new book DreamPoem will be out in summer 2017. She has a B.S. in Psychology and a Master’s Degree in Social Work. Member: Poetry Society of America.  Member: Poets and Writers. Member: Academy of American Poets.


First published in Literary Orphans.

Reaping dreams—

I have them, more or less than others.

Not a contest of territories.

Simple survival,

                        more or less,

the kind that can make you harden, cold.

The freeze that never thaws.

Stay gold, Ponyboy.


No time, slow time.

The ticket to our monstrosities.

No out. No gliding to the light in vitriol.

“Who can compare?” screams what is left of nobility,

brimming will, cut down to a stump,

death head, full of fuel.


Games immortals play. The pretext of clown;

upside of your dark side.

Winter kissed,

I fight for alternate endings

while you engage in sexy toy talk.

A feral ballet,

vanishing finally like traces of snow on the lawn.


I have before me books on a wall,

the laughter, or is it rage, of crows behind,

broadcast to the sky, in depth, inside.

An image comes with the engine.

Torn out teeth; no sleep.


Abandoned, you’re never off the brink.

It follows you like a dirty instrument

waiting to play it’s melody.

A slender imprint to a dappled persona,

my concrete I, and in the stripes I see

the red in our flag. Hemorrhaging.


Mental and physical.

A brush within, a blush without.

No use to close your eyes.


Noiseless walk in empty rooms lost

            endless or endless

embrace of your dying brother

half a leg on the dirt,

half of you, caught.


Play it loose.

See the door to the basement.


Don’t choose.


Stay in touch with K.D.Rose so you don’t miss the release of Dream Poem