“ Heroine ”And somewhere in between thoughts and realizations.. I knew why I didn’t look further your way last autumn The truth is already sitting there… I was just a beggar trying to make a space on your streets Thinking a spot in the front can be dedicated... See More »
Thousand formsAs I ran through the years of time, you followed me in a thousand forms. You were a shadow on an old wall, a quiet voice in the evening’s calm. And when I was almost left alone, you returned in a thousand forms. In half-forgotten words of a song,... See More »
The Woman's LoveA woman’s love is morning light, soft and warm and shining bright. It finds a man when days feel long, and gently turns his sigh to song. Where once he walked with hurried pace, the world a dull and restless place, her smile appears, and suddenly... See More »
No words can say itI am sitting next to you, close enough to feel the years between us, not as distance, but as weight, as warmth. All the things we went through, the good that carried us, the bad that stayed longer than it should have. How the hard moments learned... See More »
I die a bit every timeIt begins the way sparks do: quick, careless, light jumping from line to line. Messages arrive faster than thought, sentences overlap, laughter leaks through glass and pixels. The cursor waits, impatient, as if it already knows what comes next.... See More »
Lie to me nowLie that you remember my presence, how it stayed with you after I was gone, how your thoughts moved slower because I had passed through them. Lie that sometimes, without warning, your mind drifts toward me in the quiet spaces, between one thought... See More »
A Poem for the DepartedLong golden box covered in white carnations and lilies And as he drew his last breath, his life became stories Parents, siblings, friends, in silence—would they find a reckoning That life for him may’ve been brief, yet was once filled with... See More » (1)
The Boy and the ManThe Boy A small boy sits on the edge of the room, where voices have just slammed the door shut. His feet don’t reach the floor, but the silence does. His mother’s face is folded in on itself, tears slipping down like apologies she never owed. Her... See More »
