When she was in pain No one understood When she cried to her sleep No one was there to console When she cursed herself No one held her hand When she needed friends No one stood beside her When she needed support She didn’t even…

Feel the rough textured Canvas. It feels empty. Just close your eyes and feel it. Without even glancing at the canvas, It feels white Like fresh, untouched snow or a pile or table salt. Feel the layers of Dried oils On the pallet. Its texture…

I walk in silence. Knowing what’s coming doesn’t help in the end. Try resisting waste of energy it doesn’t matter once I start my descent. Then the crying and the rage thoroughly convinced it’s not supposed to be this way. All these feelings before darkness…

You see my mouth … Funny little smiles, Between each word. My friendly nature … Or hiding the fear, The sadness.   I look into your eyes… Dark brown; Skin light brown. You find beauty… In my white skin, Like fresh snow. You tell me…

The world has stop For every bullet drop. Endless cry of a broken spirit echoes, Until it scream no more. Desperate tears dried out and It flows no more. Anger reverberate, in a series of echoes in the wilderness and Stopping no more. Guns and…

A lifetime of thoughts happens In the minutes, sometimes hours Before I close my eyes The worlds that never were, But might be – if I write them down The morning after, or even now If I reach for the notebook by the bed The…

From nothing no form no existence A thought a particle dust Electric resistance Magnetic events Cosmetic defects Electromagnetic reasons My form is being. Time is unending Space is not bending What is the MATTER That thought u brought about That what is- is Or isn’t…

An echo of a moment amplified remains for the rest of time a moment a thought aren’t these enough? Mere living, one thought yes, mere living and that is enough to leave an imprint, a ripple out.  

Before Darkness (a golden shovel poem, with respect to William Carlos Williams)   I can’t say it was a surprise so Why was there so much I didn’t know? I guess it depends On why I did it. The mystery upon which I’ve based my…

Before darkness, the twilight. The sun’s warm beams soften, glow. The harshness of the day subsides. Beauty is intensified. The earth is a canvas painted with peace and warmth, oblivious to all that is not beautiful. Before darkness, preparation. The bittersweet goodbye of a soul,…