Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
Charming, you present me your presence withholding the lines, nary a complete you a ghost to my touch, a shadow,… Read more fever; momentariness
A painter, his painting adorns the wall… I’ve been here often, I’ve been here before, I’ve been here, I’ve been… Read more Painting on the Wall
I had a notebook too. A brown notebook. I would write down about the world. I would write about how… Read more My Brown Notebook
Evening is many things… the end of a day, of a night, the start… a poet with a pen and… Read more Evening; Break and Heal
I listen closely to the evening and search for the feeling in her heart. She looks back into my eyes… Read more Hello Death. This is my Poetry.
Being right is such a stretch It’s such a fight I’d rather just be beautiful And instead of a… Read more Being Beautiful