Speculative

I wander in and out of shades of navy blue in these days of isolation as I cannot visit you
I long...

April 13 Poems

I believe in ghosts

I used to not believe
in ghosts or spirits...

It is far into a poet's passion
Through years, tears, torments, and lacerations
Ripping...

The memories
Flow
Slow, thick
Black
The hurt in the past
Clawing and...

Though mentally, physically,
and spiritually healthy... meth
hood dolled logy
hoop...

To be so misunderstood, with an infatuation for Love
The powerful men of her world, hadn't a clue...

It’s ok to not like the way you look but remember beauty can be a self taught prophecy waiting for that one...

We walk,
We glide,
We run,
We run away.

We stay,
We freeze,
We...

We breathe,
Without even consciously doing it,
Our cells repair themselves with little or no...

Hello from the inside
I watch out my windows as I hide
I see six people walking by
...

My guilty pleasure is a dream that I adore
strolling along an almost empty beach
I am a...

Emotionless, no soul
Dead, downward dead
Don't know what or how I feel
Companions, pen...

In a fetal pose,
Alone at night,
I cry.
Alone at times, I hear
The voices of...

She sits in the corner,
And cries to herself,
The voice in her head does nothing to help,...

Gazing toward the dark night sky,
Scanning the heavens but don't know why?
The full moon is...

Glory be to those who help the others.
Compassionate thoughts to all lovers !
In splendid...

Pretty Pamela Prog was a particular proud hedgehog
As she daily dusted dead leaves out of her...