Blank papers rustles about by the windDried ink pots are cracked from neglectI suppose there are lines I’m supposed to writeThere are emotions I ...

The air gives off a serious aura It’s time to buckle our belts and tie up the hay It’s the season to plant eager ...

The sound of jingling bells drifts away The fading glitter of fireworks bid farewell My grandma’s cologne warm scent lingers on the couch Signaling ...

It’s a joyful day These amazing hours encapsulated within the sun’s naptime and waking In this moment the realities of my dreams  Flow freely ...

Crisp white flakes pour down They paint earth’s brown canvas bright They bring forth new life

How do I explain the bubbles rising withinHow do I identify the tingling in my feetHow do I count the reasons my lips keep ...

A tightening pain grips my chest with all its mightA downturned smile stubbornly sticks to my faceMy eyes are too heavy to behold his ...

All around me is redAll around me smells freshAll around me is youAll around me is new When it storms, and the tides riseWhen ...

Prayers rising, wishes spreadingHands laboring, legs toilingIn this realm, all struggle to thriveRising up before the sunAnd laying down long after the moon has ...

I stretch out my hands How many may I pull out? If not all, there’s one