She walks home with a basket of eggs, morning light dripping down her legs. The street hums soft, like it doesn’t know, how fragile things can break s...Read more

I was not planted— only left on stone, my roots grew silent, clinging all alone. No hand to water, no song to call my name, I bent toward broken ligh...Read more

To the one I wish to keep beside me, may you understand why tears so often find my cheeks. They are not born of constant sorrow, but of the way my sou...Read more

His head, so full of thoughts he thought it might burst, He told himself he'd had enough of all this hurt, And there where he stood, Cold hands and...Read more

We write, we bleed, Of things we dare not feel. We hope, we yearn, Yet silence is all we earn. Must a bird only reach the sky, Before we shall say i...Read more