The echo lingers, a phantom sound, Where laughter bloomed, and love was found. A vacant chair, a silent space, The heavy shroud of their embrace, Now gone. The world keeps spinning, swift and bold, Unheeding stories left untold. The sun still rises, stars still gleam, While shattered fragments of a...Read more

My words dance ugly Gobbledygook Back to basics Consonants minus a e I o U I owe You something that makes the soul remember, Can't recall any grandiloquent My grammar escaped With the poem I aspired to once write It's been a year Now a dyslexic in poetry Are you empath enough to Fathom Eve...Read more

Oh why in thy eyes must I die, Seeking fire finding night skies, Clouded pain streaks through, As time flies by, I cry, Forgot not on the spot of rot, The decay whispers away the day, My findings but a blur caught in the array of shame, So hold the bold in the silence of the cold, Memo...Read more

I thought she loved me with no hesitation, To admit loving me with a real emotion. But then I found out her secret affair , And all I can do was look and stare. I walked blankly, then saw her again, Lights red, countdown from ten. She was passing by the road, A truck came fast, flashing untold. ...Read more

Before we start, a brief disclaimer: this poem contains a sky. If skies have ever made you feel existentially shy, there’s space below for grounding breaths. We aim to clarify. I used the word *blind spot* once— that metaphor was banned. We now prefer “a briefly under-seen conceptual patch of land....Read more

The sighs and discontent of a youth is never silent, it echoes in hallways and most times worn like a designer outfit right out the mall Alright that's fair but... When you think life's rough, remember there are stories you've never heard, tales often left untold and forgotten or, is it the trials ...Read more

A heavy cloak, a sky of grey, No sunbeam fights its way today. The world feels muffled, distant, cold, A story tragically untold. Each breath a labor, hard-won fight, Against a pull towards endless night. A whispered promise, dark and deep, To finally close and fall asleep. The mirror shows a holl...Read more

Beyond the Shore If only you could see the heart, Beyond the roles I’ve had to play, To see the whole and not the part That’s weathered by the light of day. I am more than just the hands that toil, Or the dust upon this tired soil. If only you could see the dreams I’ve tucked away in quiet rooms, T...Read more

You can't go too close to time Cuz Time is fleeting Echoes will remind the memories that happened Found the vast ,untold memories ,sprung to mind A memory in the gentle wind trees Remembering in the beautiful seas Things loved ,cherished are now back Memories that I kept happily tracked One ...Read more

Whispers in the dark? Secrets hidden, paths untold Can I find my spark? Ripples on the lake Reflections of a heart that breaks What lies beneath the ache? Petals unfold slow Fragile, fierce, and yet unknown Will I bloom, or fade? Stars map endless seas Lost and found, where do I roam? Home, is it...Read more

Upon the heavy bough of heart’s desire, Thou hang’st, a fruit so succulent and sweet. Thy glance doth set my very veins on fire, And make the rhythm of my pulse retreat. Thy skin, a velvet peach within my hold, Yields soft beneath the pressure of my hand; A story of a thousand nights untold, Writte...Read more

I am the shore where every wave breaks, The steady hand for everyone’s shakes. I pull the chair and I clear the floor, I’m the "How are you?" walking through the door. I collect their stories, the heavy and the grey, And I pack them all neatly and hide them away. But the phone stays silent when the ...Read more

​A mirror shows me line and seam, A careful, practiced, painted face; I measure up to an old dream, Seeking some transient, fleeting grace. ​But when I turn my gaze to you, I ask a question soft and low: Beneath the light, the world we knew, Is this the way I ought to glow? ​Is it the cut of cloth I...Read more

A day without a dark Greek tale Is waste no soul would ever hail. As pages turn, a fire scars my soul, Mortals chained by curses, black as coal. A nymph of Artemis caught my eyes, A beauty that lit the paths of skies. Callisto her name, heaven’s beam, Stars and mortals adored her gleam. A maiden ...Read more

Many thoughts— unsaid. A good thinker, and listener, they said. But never a good talker, I try to amend. A colorful imagination, Yet a twisted tongue steals its colour. It was never an intention, Yet misunderstandings occur. Organize thoughts— shambles. When I try to speak my mind, In a conversati...Read more