The Poetry

It Is Just November 1st

November 1st. And my spirit starts whispering louder than the wind Something in the air shifts Like time itself catching its breath Before it exhales into December My thoughts turn...

It Is Just November 1st

November 1st. And my spirit starts whispering louder than the wind Something in the air shifts Like time itself catching its breath Before it exhales into December My thoughts turn...

Imagine

Imagine a world where we all looked inward, Where mirrors were sacred, not weapons, Where we polished our own reflections, Instead of scratching at someone else's shine. Imagine a world...

Imagine

Imagine a world where we all looked inward, Where mirrors were sacred, not weapons, Where we polished our own reflections, Instead of scratching at someone else's shine. Imagine a world...

When They Were Whole

I would trade anything, Every title, every tear, Just to step back into a holiday season, When my mother’s laughter Wasn't weighed down by worry. When her sisters' smiles,...

When They Were Whole

I would trade anything, Every title, every tear, Just to step back into a holiday season, When my mother’s laughter Wasn't weighed down by worry. When her sisters' smiles,...

The Craving

All day long I have been dreaming about sweet things, Peach soft kisses and berry rings. Straw-red whispers on my tongue, Cherry heat where hunger sung. I crave it...

The Craving

All day long I have been dreaming about sweet things, Peach soft kisses and berry rings. Straw-red whispers on my tongue, Cherry heat where hunger sung. I crave it...

Happily Ever After

I wonder who whispered that fairy tale lie That joy would stretch forever beneath one's sky They called it happily ever after But forgot the chapters filled with tears...

Happily Ever After

I wonder who whispered that fairy tale lie That joy would stretch forever beneath one's sky They called it happily ever after But forgot the chapters filled with tears...

The Lies My Mind Tells

My subconscious whispers slick, Soft-tongued lies in the midnight quiet. “You can do it tomorrow,” she states matter-of-factly, As if delay was a friend, Not a thief dressed in...

The Lies My Mind Tells

My subconscious whispers slick, Soft-tongued lies in the midnight quiet. “You can do it tomorrow,” she states matter-of-factly, As if delay was a friend, Not a thief dressed in...