Poem -

the hunger game

I have greed in me
relentless greed to know of things
I have no need to know and
...

Poem -

The Squirrel

The Squirrel

The squirrel never knew what the Hawk was doing
He lives by smell
The Hawk knew everything...

Poem -

Still stunned with...

Still stunned with disbelief...

that our apartment unit B44
received thumbs up
meaning that we passed
the grueling,...

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Poem -

FEATHER AND INK

FEATHER AND INK


You and I are in the same page,
We may be in another place
And be of a different age...

Poem -

Inspired

Nash Walter

Inspired

Everything that inspires me
is just the thought of you
I don’t care about the rest of the...

Poem -

Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the Beast

Under a candle of moonlight
A fairy tale of love and magic
Candle flames burning with love...

Poem -

possibly, forever,

It was noted that the flowers

Did not wilt Defying time
with little guilt
and in the...

Poem -

a fallen angel

a fallen angel

She admits, under the hush of a silvered moon,
that she fears the mortal coil—
its tangle of...

Poem -

despair

despair

world's weight
too steep
walls close
space shrinks
reality bleak
alone...

Poem -

grey

grey

In the realm of the everyday,

where routine paints in muted tones,

we find the world draped...

Poem -

Beneath the concrete sky

Beneath the concrete sky

Beneath the concrete sky,
where whispers of steel and glass
intertwine with the sighs of the...

Poem -

learning to fly without wings

I am no stranger to the ground.
It greets me—
like an old friend,
with a harsh pat on...

Poem -

Dear John,

As I sit to write you this letter,
The world outside mirrors the tempest in my heart.
The...

Poem -

AS I REMEMBER

AS I REMEMBER


I remember sliding my fingers on his hair. It had a silky texture and it felt warm.
I...

Poem -

a life worth living

In the quiet before dawn, —
I've measured life in coffee spoons,
tasted the bitter grounds of...

Poem -

It is What it Is

listen,
I don’t mess with words
just eat me ..
my cunt is a metaphor ..
so why...

Poem -

Palms Spring

Palms Spring


Being a poet
I would almost certainly
be a fool if I didn't reflect
on why,...