Abstract

The fragility of life ...
One has to grasp the thorns
of life's bloodied rose,
To...

Taken away by the clock maker
Forever helpless
Forever unknown
You think that your...

I open the book again, thinking I would never revisit these chapters but no matter how much I try to...

My body,
skin and bones,
is but just a vessal for my mind,
heart and soul.
to...

I looked upon her face
reticent as I am
keeping my thoughts
of her stunning beauty...

I watch above from below by the rocks,
And you stand, firm, at the top,
Atop the bridge...

Walking down one foot leading the other
waving to the crowd of my own fears
missing my father...

New Day Revolution.

Chronomitosis, epistream quagleap, distanceweaver, stormchaste stormchaser,...

Voice inside the choirs inquisition
tracing peeling white flamed paper
failing around threat...

What is poetry?
A question asked by so many
Yet known by so few
Is it a free flowing...

I am not real
I am just a girl in a story
Just an image on a screen
Just words in the...

I am always me From day one till the end of time. No one accuses me of not being who they thought when we...

She of the darkness
carried slung around the stolen neck
a small sea shell
i watched...

Don't name me
dont label me
Don't categories me
I don't live in a box t
The...

Look in the mirror
Look hard
Your white
You have bags under your eyes you have...

The cliff side
Stood tall and free
No match for the enormity
Of the sea

...

seated at the plastic rigid table
scratching her right psalm
skin forming in polluted coffee...