Metaphorical

lamenting she had too many thorns,
and as they hurt, her tears became a river
of colours from...

If anyone believes
that marriage means
forever drinking champagne by sunset
then...

When leaves unwillingly fall
in response to wind’s whisper and call,
the oak weeps,
as...

It’s a chilly winter morning;
You awaken as I watch—
I'm the morning frost
Clinging to...

I am metaphor
I am the gentle ocean
on a pretty day
when there's little...

When life becomes overwhelming
making me feel swept away and burnt out,
I fold my wings and...

Covered in dust
the desolate heart can only feel
the thorns and stones in this arid land...

Falling out of love,
is not as easy
as one might think it is ..
For example,
...

Clouds drift away
dissolving into worlds of clusters
creating a space between you and me,...

I tip toe on the fragility of life
watching every traverse and every line,
scream and call...

He wears a coat of heaviness
His glance cuts like a razorblade
Place a flower on his hand...

SPRING
The first bud to greet dawn and leap into the arms of life
will develop leaves if the...

The rebel in me
wants to carry the sun away
and drop the stars from the heights
to...

Birds Cry
when they don’t find solace in the wind
and the twilight brings no peace,
...