The hour approaches— That unruly moment I am deprived peaceful slumber, I am denied access to a utopia of my making, Subconsciously— Like ants drawn t...Read more

Time—a stream suspended in a loop, Its waters cascading through rocks, Beating into me lessons I paid no fees for, Time—a prison for flesh and bones. ...Read more

A flash of green the setting sun beget The unforgiving waters sings a lullaby to their fiery king Atop it's menacing waves, stands she—tamer of seas—T...Read more

If only the wind could take away my worries as she slams against my feeble frame. I would be most grateful to let her in, through my doors and windows...Read more

I am deluded. I know life isn't a fairytale, but I want mine to be. I saw the cutest couple I've ever known—on a sitcom. Together since college, toget...Read more

Why are my default emotions sadness and worry? Why is the price for Happiness so damn expensive? I just need a day! Spare me a day for just a coin! Th...Read more

The easing of the heart is found in the little things, In the seemingly, inconsequential little things, Little things I long for each waking morning, ...Read more

Heartache sears deeper than any blade The grieving of the heart, hurts more than mortal wounds The silent screams- a prayer to death A prayer to ease...Read more

With an exhale, she releases translucently shimmering souls of life Like bullets, they fall from her down to the ground in hundreds Hundreds? No, Bi...Read more

When the howling of the wind intensifies The hairs on my skin stand alert My heartbeat doubles The adrenaline pumps harder and my scowl turns into ...Read more

When I'm having these episodes When my heart experiences syncopation When I find solace in my imagination I hear her whispers, from my heart ...Read more

These feelings... I thought I had buried them deep in the tomb of my heart. I thought my smile wouldn't mask my pain no more. I thought I'd l...Read more

Life is a poet She pens on a Canvas - a mirror of herself She pens with a quill laced with Odyssey With the Ink of time, she navigates On a jour...Read more

the words come to me no longer why? I wonder I plead, I ask, I call still, an answer I receive not. what wrong have I done?