I trace the lines, from a picture that comes into my mind. Life is painted gold and bright, a masterpiece of love and light, I see the...

Inspired by Nikita Gill’s poem Reasons to Live Through the Apocolypse Joy. Smiling. Completion. Being outside.  Sitting under trees....

“if you love them, let them go,” they say but why would I give up someone I love? I wait in silence maybe for your return, but because...

You love me the way you love a song To listen over and over and over until you've memorized every line. You love me the way you love a...

I still can’t make sense of the silence, when I want to speak, but nothing comes out. the words get stuck in my throat, choking me, and I...

A rose forbidden A thorn untouched. Petals whisper. Promises, unspoken, I linger. Reminding me of what cannot be claimed. What I cannot...

I should have looked away, but the gleam held me captive. Staying silent, I watched the glow— too weak to question its burn. Maybe if I...

Two roots thrust themselves out of Earth’s minerals and beached themselves naked under a three-year-old plum tree. The two roots did not...

Our souls danced, a sweet melody years ago. We jumped with every beat and spun with the rhythm. I never knew that the song we picked was...