Love is painYou are leaving. A slow retreat from us, from shared moments, as if stepping into a shadowed dawn where pain clings to every step. With heavy steps I walk away from the echoes of yesterday, from dreams that once bloomed bright, from the weight of... See More »
The Writer Writes - The MaskSometimes I wear a mask, To hide what I am, Keep my secrets hidden, My demons under control.
Hide and SeekHide and Seek I cant even fathom the idea of loving you again The thought actually makes me sick You think I'd be ever foolish enough to trust you to make me happy all you know is destruction & I no longer need to be destroyed I found my worth in... See More »
Something Strangei will miss the hidden moments buried in the space between the connective tissue of the hours that keep a familiar face from becoming something strange
recalibrationmaybe i don't need money which does nothing but devour when my pen, divine and feminine, flows so easily across a white divide giving birth with every movement maybe i don't need a bible, sitting in judgment at my bedside when all the love i'll... See More »
To everyone who feels alone around holidaysYou Are Not Alone When winter’s chill is in the air, And festive lights glow everywhere, It’s easy to feel lost, unseen, Amid the world’s bright, bustling scene. The laughter rings, the carols play, But your heart feels a world away. A silent ache,... See More »
A Poetry game. One theme, 2 styles1. The Warmth of a Woman's Hug In her arms, the world stands still, A quiet calm, a gentle thrill. The warmth of her touch, so tender, so sweet, A solace found where our hearts meet. To snuggle close, to be held in her arms, Her presence soothing,... See More »
