In the quest of her realm She was a wandering soul Discovering life She grew And knew that she herself was a gem! In the thirst of knowledge She was a wondering soul Totally in aww of herself Constantly questioning her identity Somehow she knew…

Trauma. Everyone has experienced it on some level. No one’s trauma is greater than someone else’s. No one can tell anyone else how their personal trauma should affect them. A month ago, trauma found its way to my home. And that is how I ended…

Rolling Hills  and cedar trees. that’s our meeting place,  where we dance with abandon,  running towards each other frantically. Rolling down over rolling hills Dancing naked around bonfires you strum your guitar   and utter my name  and it sounds like a song. The sweetest lie…

Blissfull fireflies Dance in the rain Watching you go No longer in pain A moment in time Captured Like a butterfly Emerging from its cocoon Seasons change, and end Only to begin again Your soul forever near Appearing unexpectedly As a rainbow in the rain…

I wait outside the door I listen to the sobs inside The door is locked, I cannot come in Let me in, baby girl Let me say it will be alright

A red brick facade, a stately double door Curios adorning the walls, crystal chandeliers shining down The warm glow from the fireplace with armchairs completing the look The open, inviting kitchen where meals are cooked with love The cozy library in the corner with a hundred…

Don’t lock me out I just want in. I want us to be more than friends. I know it’s hard for you to trust in love when all you’ve known is lust. I’m not here to rob you blind. I only want a peek inside….

It tastes like grit against your teeth and ash upon your tongue. It feels a lot like broken bones  and torn muscles from a boxing fight. Humiliating, Pitiful endless agony, and a learning curve Feels like being stuck  with no way to make a way….

The elf’s dwelling is something to witness It has its tiny windows and small doors But more than that, it has a miniscule kitchen A child’s tale has spilled into the real world The crafted tables and chairs highlight The woodworking merit of the little…

A Wine’s Life: Glass bottle contains me Putting me on display Waiting ever patiently For someone to whisk me away Alas, there is a hand Firmly grabbing hold A voice happily remarks This one is quite old Suddenly the pressure eases The air I can…