In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…

Growing up, I was a storyteller, a writer, a poet. As a child, I read voraciously, encouraged by a mother who was an avid reader, and a house filled with myriad books. In the absence of siblings who I could play with, I spent hours…

The day is filled with joy and laughter Children are running around the compound with careless abandon The women of the house roam the garden and stop to smell the flowers The drizzling rain envelops leaves   The rain increases its intensity and turns into…

Night has always been so boring unless you touched my body, where your cuddle is soothing makes my heart hooting. The night brings screams of love you kiss me most, the way hate is lost. Flight is your and mine I want all nights just…

I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky But tree branches covered my eye Enveloped by the greying branches the sky whispered, “I am high”.   Spread in majesty the tree branches clasped in unison Intent on masking the light of the…

Leaves fall like broken joy, from her beloved tree. Pain is felt by both the dying leaf,falling free and lonely tree.

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…

Born and raised on Long Island, NY, USA, I had the love of writing poetry since I was about twelve years old. I was originally influenced by reading Robert Frost and identified with his writings. Writing help me to communicate my feelings about myself, along…