Love & Lost

“I hold it true, whate’er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;‘Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.”-Alfred Lord Tennyson Months ago, I was once told by a person of interest that she simply couldn’t go forward with dating anymore in general because she had gotten word from one

Serein Revisited

Serein was her name. It was gifted to her by whispers of the autumn winds… The voices whistled through the rigid and sharpened exteriors of the evergreen trees… Their physical features could only hold secrets of life between the seasons, you must walk within the forrest to listen. What were the winds telling us? The

I Surrender

I surrender… Like the sands of time equilibrate, succumbing to gravity.  Filling my head with intangible things.   Like memories. The kind that perpetuates creativity… Inspire me like daffodil petals separate and blown in the wind. Shhhh Autumn leaves steeped in the saturated ground, fresh from winter greeting the springs abound… The smell of rain

A Promise (Re-edited)

  I was 6 years old when I saved my mothers life that day…   It’s not how she cried out my name, it was “the way” she cried it out… It sounded like she had no other choice in that moment. It was enough for me to instantly drop my toys and scurry into

Daylyte

I no longer the need to witness the sun rays again… Darkness encompassed me like auburn rain. Drenched in blood, the streets shall know nothing of mortal footsteps for those days are long gone. Yellow streetlights are the new day, as it harkened the distant wails of punished souls forever spawned. Lay me down, gently

10 Drowning Street

I looked up into the cloudless sky, your name impels the call of the sirens throughout the seven seas…The abundance of water droplets tells me how much you love me.I lay on my back and felt the support of the surface tension; I faced the warmth of the noonday sun as it mellowed me.I pursed

Red Velvet pt. 4

  The borders of the iridescent windows shimmered brighter as time progresses. Blackout curtains could only do so much.  It was morning time in the bustling city that never sleeps…  Nevaeh and Scott fell asleep about a half an hour ago. Sleep is so important to Nevaeh, so important that no expense was ever spared.

Visionary

I’m a visionary,My true calling is loneliness.I am content.I am wholeNot in need of wanting a better half for I am better than I’ve ever been.I’ve seen my true power.My children are me…My father was a writer, as so am I.I’ve earned that right, even though I am left handed.Can never quell my creativityFor I

Anxiety poem

Hi … Anxiety Episode 👋🏾 Maraschino cherry brigade, toting cannons, the size of canyons, shooting binary bullets, turning sons to granddaughters, spreading unnecessary evil like propaganda and licorice strips across the hot pavement. We are unstoppable. The devil will grant you many wishes, but it comes with a price… I can think of many things,

Gravity

Gravity The one and only thing that never lets me down. Makes me see the clarity upon situations. Enduring the sheer weight of the world upon my shoulders, they can only handle so much. I may have fallen many times, but I have risen every single time. The more cumbersome the weight, the sweeter the

Sand Castles

Sand Castles I’ve put up walls so far up to a point, that I no longer could see the apex. I can still sense and feel the warmth of sunshine, so there is still hope. You can get close to me, but not too close. For I see no point in building something that’ll one

Invisible Sun

Invisible Sun ☀️ The sun shone invisible rays across the sky. Across the vastness of infinite darkness. Soon spanned throughout our bubble of reality… So fragile and so minute. A little escape from the rain. A moment of clarity inundated our senses. Our sun are in hues of yellow. It warms us, Comforts us, Heals

Kintsugi

Flowers lay at her feet,Sunshine basqued in her hair.The flow of nature goes hand in hand with time.Mother and father knows best…Her sigh has apprised the absolute truth.No lies within the cracks, just silver linings.She had been broken with such care..She celebrated with a dance in the passing winds, the directions have shifted; melancholy is

Dark Love

I will fall in love 5 years from now. Once limerence have weaned, that’s where true love begin.. Reality has settled like the most fertile of soils. A beautiful garden will rise again. She will be an idealization of my healed existence. Strongly independent, she does not need me, but she will want me. She

Tapestry

If God were to wear clothes, what materials would be used to make it?Would it be the softest of linens, or the harshest of burlap?Would it just be nothing at all…in reflection of the creation of Adam and Eve for they initially wore nothing at all…They have partaken the forbidden fruit; in which it conceived

Blue Dragon

Dragon flies, Fire fruit and Burning Incense Were strewn across the rustic table like morbid ornaments. Burning paper of embers evanesce into the air like the pages of the forbidden book of spells..Transparent glass like wings, divided by intricate veins and organic lines, reminding me that it once was a living creature.It had lived a

Tears of Joy

Tears of joy… Can the trails of my tears surpass the deepened depths of my soul? Dug in deep into the soil of forgiveness. Propagate the growth of openness of trust again… They fall as they may into a downward spiral, of the ever churning waters. I’m left dry for I have no more sorrow

Watercolors

Watercolors We see the same things Uncertainties abound Rains of crystals fall among us Our love story unabridged with only subtle callings for grace… I understood you without speaking Your lyrics are lovely.. As beautiful as the songs of the birds made from paper mache, from innocent children. As we sore into the heavens, we

Serein Evergreen

🌲 Serein is her name;it was given to her by the whispers of the autumn winds. The voices whistled through the exteriors of the evergreen trees… Only their stoic prominences could hold secrets of life between the seasons, in order to listen, you must walk within the forrest. What were the winds telling us? Only

Gaza Revisited

Desperation“Speak softly and carry a big stick.”~Theodore Rosevelt. He was facing East, he was searching for all the answers; on his knees, uncomfortably on the jagged sharp edges of gigantic pieces of a once existed edifice. A desperate father cried out his children’s names towards the sound absorbing hardened dust, only greeted with the memories

Self Reflection

I exist solely between two planes of glass. My imagery is impeccable as it shows your flaws and frailties… there’s cracks in the mirror. A direct reflection of all the things I wanted to be, all the beautiful things I wanted to see, and all the sensations I wanted to feel. I wanted to be

Be Patient

If you truly love somebody, give them their independence. And if they love you freely it’s because they choose to love you, and that’s real love.Codependency and control has nothing to do with love. It only feeds into the insecurities, satiates the ego; propagating an atmosphere equipped with eggshells, second guesses and guilt.The universe isn’t

The Yearn

The yearn… I am accepting that when myNeeds and standards aren’t met, I will fade. I know this much to continue to do self care and invest in myself. The wane of my current situation is inevitable and I will be internally prompted to be drawn to elements that will be beneficial to me. Feed

Shedding Some Light

I see things differently over time.People, to me play a role as if scripted. As they provided me insight.My interactions vary, depending on my mood at the time.My mood has been numb for the past several months…Most times, I’ve uncharacteristically reacted the polar opposite of what people might expect of me.I don’t take life as

Blue Moon

Warm nights, clear night skies and fireflies in the distance all around us. Heaven are manifestations from different environments, no borders around which is a plus. I look out to the vast of endless ocean as it seemed effortlessly with the sky. Shades of blue blending. I flew out to the edge with no ending.

Good Morning Love

My arms reached up to embrace you, as my fingers traced up and down your spine. We passionately kiss, I felt the warmth or your soft lips. Feeling the heat of your whispers on my chin. Your body is so warm to the touch. It rejuvenated me. My heart beats faster. As you straddled me.

Red Balloon Vol. 6

I was never pegged to be the possessive type, but that morning, you belonged to me… embrace euphoria, for it is inevitable. She stared at me with salacious eyes as she bit the bottom of her lip. As she were applying her makeup to get ready for the day, I gazed into her eyes as

Vermilion

Was the color of your aura when I saw you the first time… a buoyant vivacious orange. The color of the sun. The color of life itself, swirled in my mind… My favorite color was never a primary. A rich blend of red and orange. A combination of the sunrise and citrus. Reddish golden rays

Watercolors 🎨

My facade, adorn by your flesh. Hues of brilliant colors bleeds across the canvas. Blends of spectral bliss. Gradients, laces with water invades the grains and fibers of pulped wood. 🌳 Your warm tones cradles my features as I spread your essence with my paint brush. You taste heavenly… Like strokes of a brush, the

Mr. Templeton pt. 2

The officers legs were kicking the air desperately searching for ground, which was roughly a foot or so below him. His hands clenching the monster’s arm to alleviate any painful pressure from his lymph nodes. “Look around you officer… look, LOOK…those aren’t raindrops around you,” said Mr. Templeton as he was staring up at him

Freyja The Goddess of Love vol. 5

My attraction to her is legendary. A goddess presence in reality, my eyes only see red… The bountiful curves and edges goes beyond the lines of a coloring book. My mindset rivaled my uniqueness as I thought outside the box. I wanted to pleasure her immensely… The moisture of her breath congregated onto my crimson

Dragon Fruit vol. 4

You know what they say, discretion is a better part of valor. It’s better to approach things methodically. To get to the flesh, one must take time and enjoy the experience of it all, like eating dragon fruit. Like a loaded pistol, the bullets are indiscriminate. They’ll always expose weakness of the flesh. Making it

The Cheetah & The Shadow

Your voice of whispers speak volumes that shook the foundations of my resolve… Dirty habits become pulverized to dust, like ashes from a once dormant volcano. It formed a circular perimeter around me like chalk around a crime scene… Perished particles draped over my shoulders; fabricating an opaque cape of smog shadows. Everything was cloaked

Rorschach

Rorschach Making love to you is like waking up to a heavenly place. A living miracle, my queen, may I fall into your grace… My hands holding the sides of your expression, as my fingertips explore the contours of your face. I can feel the morning mist from the ocean as the sea spray mix