Crunching leaves, The smell of burning firewood, Spooky decorations painting the streets everywhere I go. The crisp-cool heart of autumn. Beach days turn into ...

I pace, thinking about all the possibilities. The ticking clock teases me as her seconds pass, And each hour draws me closer to a ...

Fall asleep in my messy bedroom mind It‘s a bit warped and a bit buckled. Painted – yellow and blue. You might admire the ...

I built this house for us. Layered it brick by brick glued it together with mortar reinforced it with steel. But with a single ...

I walk through a room that leads to another. The loop continues room by room until I am lost. The rooms stretch endlessly, each ...

Red brick and weathered stoneCreate the halls of my prison.The shadows speak in riddlesAnd sunlight is a dim memoryWithin these hallowed halls. Inmates pass ...

paddling in time, tracing tranquility’s lines.  rowing upstream,  or flowing downstream– no matter.  time floats in no direction. time hears no commands. time flies in the sky. time is ...

What will be the meaning of life, If you never jump, If you never take the leap? Will you leave all your dreams Dying ...

The thumping sounds of mama’s mortar Echo around the kitchen’s concrete walls. The fragrance of spices mixed with love Disperse through the cool night ...

I am trapped in this mind. I am at war. Pushing against every thought- my only weapon my pen.   I am at war, ...