Lightning flashes across the sky as thunder rages somewhere nearby. I’m finding peace throughout the storms, Breaking free from society’s norms Of going to school. Get a good job. Allow yourself to turn into a snob. That’s not me. That is not who I am. That life is a lie. A scam. What is my ...

Oh, woe to me. I rue the day I ever met you. An innocent, petite angel, I believed you to be. A victim of hate, having little friends, you took my pity and softened my heart. Little did I realize, the ones who deserted you were no villains or enemies. They became warriors reborn and ...

Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns as she stretches—Sinewy and slinky. Her green eyes, lazy but alert.Calm and quiet, This morning-time ritual,Peace before the storm.