A Poet’s Shadow

Verses are better than shadows, They don’t leave the poet when darkness looms…

Claimed By The Storm

Standing at a crossroad, trying to figure out where to go. Jumbled up thoughts but still a blank stare. Curbing a noise within me that wants to escape out as a shriek. I am shouting on the inside, asking for help but out comes a whisper that nobody hears. I stretch my hand out to…

Woman Of My Dreams

I fight for myself and fight for others in need. I hold my ground when you are shaking the earth under me. My thoughts are my own and I speak what I think. I know what I deserve and won’t settle for less. I am the woman of my dreams.

Womb Of Ocean

From the womb of the ocean I was born Yellows of sun and blues of water I adorn From the waves of ocean I was washed Ripples formed and misty tears swashed From the coat of azure I was furred Kept in dark with my gaze so blurred From the crash of waves I was…

In My Memories

A house full of memories I will leave behind to make memories in a new home. My giggles will echo long after I am gone. My scent will remain on the pillow and my voice in the twirl of the wind chime. I’ll remain in the photo frames of the wall. I’ll leave my touch…

When You Drown

“You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.” -Paulo Coelho

Let Me Breathe

Trapped in my body I writhe in pain Choke me but what have you got to gain …Let me breathe in the rain, in the rain Beaten thoughts are weeping out my brain Like life sucked out and washed in the drain …Let me breathe in the rain, in the rain Tired with thoughts going…

A Drenched Soul

“It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.” -Tablo, Pieces of You

Drowning In Thoughts

Thoughts clouding the clear sky of my mind Random and incomplete, they are all I find Questions are pouring over me, wounding like a dart Answers to which are lost in the ocean of my heart Which way do I go, which will hurt me less? The puddle of options becomes a raging mess The…

Reading Fire

There is fire in what I read A pyre of words that I seed Satire in verses that I feed A sharp wire in pages that I bead A rotten liar of books I heed, but… Never will I tire to quench the need

Woman Of The Wild

Far away from the urban hustle bustle I live among the trees and their rustle Open eyes to sun rising soft and mild Fall asleep amid the roars of the wild Eat from the trees, drink from the river I rest in the lap of nature, my loving giver In wilderness I have found my…

Self Hate

“Thou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself.” ― Robert Burton