The house is in need of paint, father, plaster peels off the walls. The verandah stares vacant and blank, no life within its halls. It’s just a house, I said to myself as I passed down that road, just a house, abandoned and dark that…

Fulfillment Rice boils on night stove life bubbles on emotions both cravings fulfilled Hour 24 @varenyas

you yearn for the sun, growing to escape my stifling selfishness, cannot hold you back. who am I, to stand in your way, the time has come, to cast me off without a second thought, no glances back. reach for the stars, aim for the…

Writing poetry alone is a place I call home with springboard to bounce words on.   – Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21 (Reverse Haiku – yeah, I did it!)

Bought the box of twenty-four Skin tone colors of the world Crayola colored pencils   Keenly looking forward to Discovering my true hue Nice to know I have one   I bid adieu to all of you Comrades that juggle words Of many hues and…

Dove Chocolates I hid the bag, knowing it was there second shelf of the pantry behind the box of stale crackers no one wants. But still I left it there, waiting, waiting for a time when need was greater than patience. I knew this day…

i step into the waves Shoes left behind, socks in my pocket I walk to the east, into the coming light my body instantly at home alive and full of wonder    

Finally where I wanted to be, Miles away from the rest of the world, Always running, The race never really stops. But pause, it did, As if the earth was exhaling and letting go, Time come to a standstill, Much like the broken clock. As…

Home wasn’t super vibing with me but Meraki came up in my writing Pinterest board as an inspiration so I used that to write. Its a bit rough but I have 24 poems (I’m pretty sure I didn’t miss any now to double-check).   Meraki…

How could I write something opposed to a lullaby? I can’t, that’s why I will leave my worries to wake me up!