Recent Posts
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The sky’s song
If the sky was a song, what would it be? Would it fade and wade in…
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Red lipstick
Thick, red pungent smokiness scars her mouth underneath her dark, lacy mask of despair. Her eyes…
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Where the sweet apples wade (An account on the nature of fruit, above all things)
Sometimes I wonder about the apples on trees sunning themselves in vast orchards under the sugary…
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Midnight memoir
I admire your sullen sweet face as you slumber so soothingly Safe and solemn, eyes closed…
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A Flower’s Riddle
My love, to you, I compare a flower, silky and soft. With cream, crafted petals adorning…
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One blinking light
In the still sullen darkness, a single porch light blinks Shuddering, shaking, silence As if it…
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An untitled conceit
You can write them with rich ink, a decent pencil, or a stray piece of lead…
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Chasing Lilacs
Like needles ripping through silk gauze, Like a piece of tissue paper- catching fire and shriveling…
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First blog post
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
Available Books
This is my letter to you.I hope you read and finally see how beautiful everything can be once you realize that life is only poetry…
Life is like poetry… How one individual looks at a situation or idea can change the course of so many different peoples’ lives. These conclusions trigger the myriads of emotions that define humanity. Those emotions, in turn, create words, language, that link the human race together. Life is full circle, life is poetry.
Follow The Journey…
