Pursing secrets, they lay their purple bed along the fringes of Mother Earth’s luscious lips – a cover up. Well below, in the magma of her soul, she hides the truth about our collective weight. Let’s tread softly on the ground, and keep it that way. Admire her beauty from a dignified distance. Or else… ...

My mouth is a volcanoMy words destructiveto innocent bystanders. The poison in my wordsAiling and killingeverything around me. If anyone saved me?Before I lose control?It wouldn’t change. I’m a hopeless freak.An unnatural byproduct,cruel and pitiful. Despite my decay,my predestined doom,I must cling to hope. That hope is you,remind me who I am,pull me from my ...

Nothing is what it appears,A fact consecratedIn my mind. I desire to believeIn fairytales andHidden worlds. Be it not for the lessonFollowing each mortal man,In the crushing black of life: Not every heartacheIs meant to be fixedWith a wave of magic wands. Or tucked away into closetsHiding from ghostsAnd monsters buried within. “Life is not ...

Are you my other mother?Among the manyHeavensent for fatherTo feel whole again? The fire rages onIn his soul,In spite of hisLonely heart. I am my father’sDaughter, aSpitting imageWithin his pride. Born small and meek,Now strong and brave,Among the savannahPlains of the wild. A concrete jungle,Caged soulsFollowing myFather’s footsteps. A lone lionDesiring love,In a game whereWinner ...

There’s something about Elton John.How his music isAn Art that drawsYou in with everyVerse, all penned andCrafted from his mind. From musings to ideasFrom ideas to actionAll an artist’s forte.A singular masterpieceWith passion and heartExpressed in his creation. There’s something about Elton JohnThat brings heart-shattering emotion.Taking me back to better days,Every one spent in yourLoving ...

Where are you hiding the key?Let me have a quick peek insideI wanna discover what’s on the other sideHow sweet it’d be to see the creatures created from your innocent glee. Oh please let me see!I bet there are a dozen unicorns dancing and prancing with prideWhat about a hundred pixies sliding down streams like ...

The sugary sweetnessThe bitter yet necessary salt Blending with unique flourIntoxicating yeastFills the air Water combinesMolded by the powerOf unseen handsTo flatten the prideFor true strength to rise Placed in the oven Warmness overflowsPreparing the bodyFor the harshness outsideWith a crusty skinYet holding dearTo the softness withinAs a guideFor its existenceUntil darknessOpens it’s mouthTo finally ...

Nothing to say.Too much to say.Pen to paper isLike a glass to my mouth. Sometimes I don’t realizeHow thirsty I amUntil water touches my tongue.I drink Liquid spills all over.I don’t careI’ll clean it up later.The water refreshes My throatBanishing drynessIgniting a voice. My voice. Photo courtesy of Silviarita from Pixabay

I put feet to pavement.Rivulets of melted snowcascade in the gulley.I run at its paceadmiring the claritybeauty, and purityof the water.we both proceed swiftlyin the same direction. Motivation is fickle.Clear, blue skies lureme outside for a run.I crave sunshine and grapesI run toward Springbut the snow meltsaway from it.Still, we run in the same direction ...

I’ve no one to blameI supposebut myself.Isn’t that what they say?It’s my fault.I made the choicesI face the consequences. So this is how it goesI choose not to reach outbecause my hand wassummarily ignoredslapped awayand shushed.Weariness won, so Iretracted my hand. So this is how it goespieces of my life swirlinglike snow dusteach different, uniqueeach ...