I recieved a truly beautiful gift todaySomebody wrote a poem for me. I can't stop smiling, this touches something deep.
A short poem of mine.Life is not for free. Its must be something fought for. Fight for what you desire. But cause no harm to others. The weight can be such a smother. But the feeling is like no other
too oddlandthe long room that tastes like purple and smells of peppermints she sees the butterfly smoking his magic pipe he looks down at the young girl and says what does a baby and a cop have in common? she looks that the butterfly and says why I? I have... See More »
The Grammar of GriefShe wept in a rhythm I could not translate— tears falling soft and steady, like a sky that refuses to close. I did not know her words, not even one— and still, I could tell something inside her was breaking open. Her language was not mine, and... See More »
April 21 writing prompt : The Velvet RainA romance without a lover, the soft hymn without a tongue to hang — it dances, the soft velvet rain, taunting me with the magic of love. Leave me alone to my melancholy, fill this night with a cold dream; the warmth you carry in embrace — just... See More »
Mornin' journalI like my mornings slow, quiet.. the kinda quiet that feels like it’s holdin’ its breath, just for me. I wanna let the day flirt a little before it hits me with reality, let it romance me, spill some poetry into my coffee, brush sunlight over my... See More » (1)
If I Could Wish the World a Little WilderOh, I wish that butterflies were *big* — with spotted wings to lift me high, like a pollen fleck from a sleepy flower floating up into the sky. I wish the fish had friendly smiles before they swish through streams so clear, a little wave, a wink... See More »
