When time signals seven, eager bodies haul themselves to a station of satiation. As calloused soles of the residents shimmy, the...

Why must I fall for those who don't care? "Love" is just a fleeting word, Oh, is it, my dear? Two distinct definitions of love in the...

In the quiet whispers, you claimed to miss, But your moves, a whole different abyss. Talking about love, in the dead of the night, Yet,...

When you feel lost and alone, know the ocean is a place you can call home. Step slowly on the sand below you and let it be your stable...

The modern body sits. With feet ungrounded and crossed, the knuckles of toes are red and flat, pressed to the cold waxy flooring as blood...

In the echoes of my mind, His words I find. "You boast of sorrow," he claimed, "For bearing scars, you're named." Perhaps that's why love...

To be a queen, the land would be mine. I’d catch the eyes, of any wondering man. To be a queen, I’d have a perfect life. I could be...

Awakening Nights unconsciousness fades in avoidance of approaching sentience. Breakfast Hand to heaping spoon, spoon to eager mouth,...

Love is such a game. You never know how much you want to win. Until someone is closer to it, then you.

the fear you cradle as close as a newborn adheres despite your averse demeanor. imagining an ending, this fear can only be accepted. it's...

Home is not a place, not a teether, but a warm embrace. It’s a potent kind of comfort, like a hug from the inside out. Pools of solace...

If I long for your touch. If I long for your care. If I long for your love. And if I long for you, then I long for the untouchable.

avoiding every day, she did and thought and wanted like a rough draft but was worried about the humanity she left out

and a moment that had earth-brown eyes closed. and a million years is still shallow. and tomorrow is nothing. was god going to look out...

atoms in the riverbed stones move minisculely, they are modest mice making vibrations of small magnitude. come and see, come and see...

and spring, i feel, is something of a certainty. winter had come, but i saw no snow. what is there, really, if one’s “destined to know?”...

She was once, a tiny bud. Waiting to flourish, and become a blossoming flower. As she sprouted, her petals grew. Her beauty became...

It’s a delicacy, isn’t it? The calm in knowing, In surrendering to that demanding ache in your bones. I say it over and over in the...

There's a certain silence, when two eyes lock. Sometimes, It's filled with hatred. Sometimes, It's filled with sadness. Happiness once...

the humdrum of talk buzzes around white tables dressed neatly in silverware and noone, it seems, sees another right now all eyes are but...