Is it really poetry if we're forced to create it? Only the poet knows.

Just as winter beckons on springAnd the moon guides the ocean’s tide,There’s a restoration that trials bringAnd lasting lessons they always provide The silence ...

I miss the days where my world was filled with bursts of color, sparkling and bright. What was once a cacophony of life and ...

Sometimes I feel her. A gentle nudge on the invisible thread that links us together, pulling me towards her. Sometimes I hear her. The ...

My brain is like those old carousel projectors Seeing worlds overlaid like dreadful specters. I see the world in chapters, stories (lines & verse) ...

We all have our dream getaway. Our desired safe space where stress and fear are completely invisible, leaving only peace and comfort remaining. Mine ...

I’m feeling like a fish out of water,But not a lamb to the slaughter.A seasoned traveler, I am not-I’m a bundle of nervous knots. ...

We were best friends, you and I. We told each other everything. Laughed and cried together. I didn’t think I could be so close ...

inside an apple there was a worm- small & pale & blind, with one purpose: to wait. when the jaws of opportunity opened – ...

How can I loveIn a world full of hate? How can I growWhen I’m crushed by the weight? How can I learnWhen ignorance is ...