He will never love her the way she loves him. Love doesn't balance out, It's...

You used to think it was hard to be happy, Like the world was stuck in endless gray, But maybe it’s harder to see the blue skies When...

Advice from La Llorona   By Deborah A. Miranda —a found poem Each grief has its unique side. Choose the one that appeals to you. Go...

Where might the bitterness  of blackberries still careening towards their  midnight purple complexion exist  if not for the marvelous...

Not many people reread books expecting a new ending. After all, why would each chapter, each page, each line, all stay the same, yet the...

Loving him is like savoring a vanilla latte, warm and comforting, yet fleeting in its sweetness. When our hands touch, it feels like...

My Little Sister by BJ Daoust S is for Someone who is always there to care I is for Imagination beyond compare S is for Sympathetic...

As cap and gown come into view, can't help but feel, As graduation day seals the deal. My sister, off to worlds unknown, Leaving me here,...

Handsome by BJ Daoust Though I truly want to throw a tantrum Seeing someone else so handsome I realize soon as the image gets clearer I...

Inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem titled Hunter’s Moon–Eating the Bear Dearest one, Dearest one, it is still in the morning. The leaves and...

In the heart of the forest, where shadows sigh, My emotions, a storm beneath the sky. Why can't they flow like the river's grace?...

A frog suspended on the tension of the pond where water and skin exhibit their bonds. Does it know from a tadpole it did grow? Or a...

I often think about the days I spent with you. I think about the time I would've saved. The fun I would've had. The happiness, and the...

In the jungle of my mind, roses grow wild, Their petals soaked with tears, fragrance beguiled. Thorns dig deep, mirroring my inner...

Once bold, I roamed without care, Adventures embraced, risks I'd dare. Then hurt arrived, left scars to bear, Now cautious steps, no...

I claim I want blooms, vibrant and bright, But thorny vines always put up a fight. What if petals droop, dreams fall apart? What if joy's...

When was my perception confined in an obsession with industrialization? Gazing on a photograph, on the beauty of stillwater pressed to...

In fear's clutches, thoughts tightly wound, Shattered hopes, will we be unbound? Mind paralyzed, heartache profound, Silent suffering, a...

"I love you," whispered in the quiet dusk, Yet, I penned our finale, a bittersweet husk. Silent echoes bear the weight of unsaid words,...