I fought an image I yearned to see Seeding roots, I prayed to be trees Feeding them night and day Growing listless and weary from promises made A crowd gathered…
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There was an ache of quiet undoing A measure of ineptitude Capturing fallacies I couldn’t escape Peeling petals back from their root Faster than their season to bloom Your eyes…
A flower comes and goes Blooming in color Dancing under starlight's passion Cradled my rains- pouring love Sleeping to starlight's lullaby And when it withers with each wrinkled petal glimmering…
There is something beautiful to be extracted from discovery. Whether it be objects, events, people, or even emotions. A detective, plunging into the work of travesty to harvest breadcrumbs from…
Beauty dwells in capsules Small pills ingested Cinderella’s spell cast.
Realities curse sieges Overhauling life asunder Entrapped time again.
A battlefield of mines Contorting mirrors -…
Authenticity is a beacon in the night, with the radiant Polaris guiding celestial navigators on their way. That image is in my mind fervently whenever I imagine what authenticity is.…
Winter’s storm rattled the cafe doors, inhibiting Myriam’s deft attempts into the familiar. Illuminated in warmth, her senses thawed with the gentle remembrance of times she’s since discarded. An aroma…
Question. What qualifies one to be a master of their craft? Is it their style, does it have to do with their fundamentals, or maybe because of their doyen status?…
Not a single mark could embrace That blank page Without meaning nor feeling My chicken marks seemed so demeaning Empty and soulless A political trademark
Off I wandered Towards fjords…
No matter how many times your gaze transfixes the mirror, encapsulating the photo of ‘you’ it can never convey who you truly are. I’d stare at the wretched thing, postulating…
Why do I love writing? I could list off the plethora of things that transfixed me to this harrowing and competitive game of chess, but right now we’ll speak on…
Feet anchored under the sunken sand in the murky grays of the ocean. Bubbling white foam, ticking fingertips before the bludgeoning waves rip limbs asunder. Lungs pumping adrenaline to gasp…