Iggy Mindslice's blog: "Assorted scribblings by Iggy"

A broken heart seems like the end,
never to be whole again,
in pieces as if were made of glass,
with time this too will pass,
when another's heart thats broken too,
connects the pieces inside of you,
two broken hearts become the one,
it wasn't an end, lifes just begun.

Buried deep in fertilizer, twisted roots lay dormant hoping to see the light.When they do, a beautiful flower emerges.We all have our twisted roots and have been buried in fertilizer. We can all bloom into something different than we were. Your past may have shaped you, but doesn’t define who you are now. Reach for the light, grow, and show the world your true beauty.

Starting a new book,

of life,

beginning anew again.

Turn open,

to page one,

first time since I can't remember when.

Slates clean,

story's mine,

you best not touch my pen.

Laying here alone,
I Stare,
At a pillow,
But you're not there,

Eyes wide opened,
Still I dream,
Images of you,
Like pictures on a screen,

Til I'm with you,
I'll use that side
of the bed,
to watch TV,
'your' pillow for my head,

It may
seem strange,
until you see,
I hug that pillow,
'cause your not here with me.