Everything that inspires me is just the thought of you I don’t care about the rest of the...
Under a candle of moonlight A fairy tale of love and magic Candle flames burning with love...
It was noted that the flowers
Did not wilt Defying time with little guilt and in the...
She admits, under the hush of a silvered moon, that she fears the mortal coil— its tangle of...
world's weight too steep walls close space shrinks reality bleak alone...
In the realm of the everyday,
where routine paints in muted tones,
we find the world draped...
Beneath the concrete sky, where whispers of steel and glass intertwine with the sighs of the...
I am no stranger to the ground. It greets me— like an old friend, with a harsh pat on...
As I sit to write you this letter, The world outside mirrors the tempest in my heart. The...
I remember sliding my fingers on his hair. It had a silky texture and it felt warm. I...
In the quiet before dawn, — I've measured life in coffee spoons, tasted the bitter grounds of...
listen, I don’t mess with words just eat me .. my cunt is a metaphor .. so why...
Being a poet I would almost certainly be a fool if I didn't reflect on why,...
On occasion, I would snatch me a starry night. Sometimes from a dream or two, but...
I confess a truth, self-evident yet unsaid:
Freedom, once unshackled, ...
