I can’t recall the painfull tale, the scar was deeply embedded and left a story to tell. My emotional pain, was horizontally wrapped my whole being and for every untold story, I held back my tears. My body shakes in fear, the brutal shallow hole…

I long to cuddle ‘neath the quilt In precious morning hours To spend time making memories as one Dancing in aft’noon showers To sit and laugh for hours on end O’er our respective shifts And raise each other up on high When our spirits need…

Isolated from the world outside You and I found a  new universe Where the galaxies shine brightly In the depths of our eyes Where all words are lost As each breath tells a story…

“Hello, Darkness,” I whispered at the void one night. This old black hole in my heart is swallowing me up again. Devouring, covering, sealing me in, so tight. It has always been like these. Empty room, unmade bed, Empty heart, filled with all the things…

My mornings and nights Mornings are beautiful. Some feels it, some not. But all says the same.. Nights are wonderful. Some wait for that wonder to happen, some not. But all says the same.. We made it and mould it the way we want to…..

Before darkness comes the foreboding crackle momentary disorientation giving way to cursed luck fate, ill-timed fortune there exists briefly a vacuum knowing neither light nor absence of  illumination there is no good that comes from channeling dormant, evolutionary bat instincts only stubbed emotional toes, bruised…

Before darkness there was only Word Or waters of a sea; Perhaps back then there only was What would be you and me. For word and water, wind and waking Requires, not to see, But only will and wishing hard Till darkness came to be.  

I am feeling morbid, somewhat Lost in my own thoughts, but Connected to the world, through An umbilical cord in my brain of Sound and vision.   I can hear the AC turn off and on, however I don’t feel the air, my body is…

Birds announced the moment of sunrise, she approached the window, warmth graced her face and she felt safe now, the terror that once plagued the countryside had subsided, the end of a war, men fought bravely, protecting what they considered theirs, not just women’s bodies, but…

Before the darkness I, I used to imagine myself somewhere else: A candy shop, a swirling, sickly sweet carousel, a library with ceilings that ceilings that soared like arias or unscreamed screams. No one told me what to expect. no one said it felt stretchy,…