Place ur hands over my head Heal my mind Close ur hands over my face Make my beauty shine Cover my heart with ur healing hands Take my pain away Heal me Feel me under my skin The power to heal The love can do…

Bringing in this one at the last minute… The illegible text tricks those who aren’t paying attention distracting them from the secret messages hidden in plain sight on the other side of the spread where truths burst forth from the page disguised as poetry Those…

Losing something is painful if its hope then one dies We never lose in a competition only lessons are learnt there   Exams? nope, they don’t make us losers They are just a parameter of society   Job? No, it has no role either Money,material…

“Evolution has no place in Christianity.” Oh how many times I’ve had that said to me! But here’s the thing, stick around, you’ll see– I’m living proof they coexist even inside a single being. Evolution doesn’t just mean dinosaurs, or 65 million billion years, or…

  The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

What started as Sticks and Stones Designed to break bones In a time long gone Grew into the cultivation Of a civilization, Forming nations And eventually becoming The aching,Need for accompanying – Words and connections have Consumed us halves Trying to find wholes In a…

When you can’t think of what to write, just think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think…

The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I…

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

For hour four, I applied the prompt to a poem I had already started a few minutes before. First, the finished poem: The dream is always the same Who told bigger lies? I know, it wasn’t a contest but I’m always looking for that edge…