My words
In an ideal scenario, my words would be for everyone but some like thrillers, while others like suspense; Drama, where […]
Once upon a time, I wrote a few timeless lines. This poem from 2014 is called High Five, and it’s
My eyes close on a good day and a verse writes itself, turn on the water in the shower and
A prayer is interpreted as a “humble request” to a higher power. It is closely linked to organized religions, but
Peeled eyes, clumsy hands stubborn heart, late at night can’t think right, so I write Confusion and fear over a
Nobody asks how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you
My closed eyes won’t let me see what’s right in front of me, but will navigate deep into the what-used-to-be.