The essence stays in the heart when the hand gives the rose, Hate gives itself to hell,...
As the past sways the future, It becomes the essence of self or culture, To cultivate what...
Sometimes I want to call you but I know in my heart you're not here Iām sorry you had...
Today, it is not about politics, it is not about terrorism today it is simply about...
I don't like this talk of love. It haunts as a shawl is for it's nightlife.
I don't always...
I PROMISE
This poem was written in my writing group. We all had to open a novel at the same...
Laying in the Wheat Field The sky is blue the sun Is bright the birds are Singing a...
If I was to send my IBAN into the world In the shape of a poem I wonder... ...
And as I ponder on exactly what my next poem will look like? I reflect on the very moment...
Looking back now I should have known when I saw Raven there ...
