The Way Love Shows Up

My mother sneaks shyly into my room and take a seat beside me in silence,

Self-Made Demons

There is a way we dare our minds to conjure demons to haunt us mercilessly...

Grace

What chases a bird that wields freedom on the tip of its wings?

In The Sky

As dusk crowns the sky, he stands tall upon the roof.

You

I have heard time heals broken hearts...

Memories

Santro cars, big smiles, and the sound of music will always remind me of her,The girl buried in my memoriesBeyond the reach of my heart When I hear her nameThoughts of the past hijack my mindI text herTo see if she has forgotten me yetTo see if she will still talk to meShe doesShe talks …

In My Heart

I shouldn't have asked her to get on my bike; I shouldn't have wanted to take a ride with her; I shouldn't have dreamed about spending as much time as I can with her.

[Poetry] Day – 85 – Ride..

Hands frozen in place,
Feet anchored to the brakes...

[Poetry]Day 84 – Dreams!

Greasy hands grasping the security
hidden in the tightly woven yarns...

[Poetry] Day – 83 – Woman – Rondelet (Almost)

​Fragile and fair

Like the tiny shiny mirrors