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 expect to pour outBut I think I rather bury them deep within So here’s what I plan to do insteadWhy don’t I give you my quail pen?To write down the earnest ...

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 expectations What’s the end harvest gonna be? We’re not certain but we hold onto hope We’re told hard work pays off in the end So it’s the more reason to roll ...

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 the Holiday season is over If I were given a genie with three wishes I’d trap these precious moments forever Freezing the smiles on my family’s faces and snuggle eternally in ...

How do I explain the bubbles rising withinHow do I identify the tingling in my feetHow do I count the reasons my lips keep spreading in smilesWhere do I find the glueto hold my feet on the floorAnd prevent me from springing up with joy. It’s the one YES inside the chaos of NOsIt’s the ...

A tightening pain grips my chest with all its mightA downturned smile stubbornly sticks to my faceMy eyes are too heavy to behold his faceThe taste of bitterness constantly laces my tongue Should I forgive, or should I also forgetShould I let go a little of the disdain I feel for himShould I count it ...

All around me is redAll around me smells freshAll around me is youAll around me is new When it storms, and the tides riseWhen the wind bellows with all its mightI cling to your embraceAnd build my safe-house amidst your smiles of grace

Prayers rising, wishes spreadingHands laboring, legs toilingIn this realm, all struggle to thriveRising up before the sunAnd laying down long after the moon has taken her place. It leaves a gravel taste in our mouthsOnce we eat the bread of sorrowbut holds down our bellies with satisfactionThe process becomes an infinite loopUntil we sojourn to ...

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

Everyone has aspirations and goalsEveryone aims at the same goal postsGo big or stay homeIf you choose the latter, you have no hope “How do I know the right path,” Anne asksHer swollen eyes testify of numerous tasksA chime here and a click thereAll in a bid to reach the significant tier The blue rays ...

The shimmer, the dazzle, and the lightshine so brightly at the tunnel’s endI stare eagerly at my sore feet‘The journey’s almost over,’ I think aloud A step ahead, then twoThe light’s getting closer but the path’s not shorteningMy arms stretch out in a bid to pull illumination closeAlbeit, hope’s still miles from me Life sometimes ...