Today, I took the road less traveled I stepped ever so gently Keeping a pace that stretched From foot falls in time Twists and turns I fumbled I fell Upon concrete sidewalks unapologetic for its purpose I kept off the grass that beckoned to be trod upon I am alone with nothing to detain this Wand...

Within walls of gray Light emerges from beneath Winter fades timeless #echoesofhaiku Image by phonekey.com & Gipher.com

. Being alone means You learn to live a new life But what that means When you are surrounded By some known faces But you feel loneliness. . . . . .

Poetry form: free verse I love art yet I am not a painter and never will be. I am a poet. A poet that can't tell the truth in words. A poet who's words don't make sense. A poet who can't tell people that I love them. That is just how poets are. Hurt, pain filled people who are traumat...

look into the crow's read eyes. wake your gaze, like a woman dearly parted, through these two bowls of inky black. (what thoughts skate across its mind? a taut flash of danger, and then serene.) its muscles ripple spryly to let the light suppose its feathers iridescent, oil spill, b...

ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄ㅤ we march to life's tireless parade with our brethren, fellow sinners who dance unintended charades 'round family, friends or lovers to feel as though bound and tethered; just as hope sparkles in a gleam, happiness, the purest aether — b...

You called me pretty— but said it like "pitiful." Bright like a warning, loud like I’m criminal. Petals like paint you can’t wash off clean, a girl made of spice, not sugar or cream. Nasturtium. Even the name sounds fake. Like something you mumble when flowers ache. Not rose, not daisy— I wasn’t pi...

Marauder, robber, imposter, faker. If you come to wonder how much longer, At the end of that my name will be kept. I apologize before you have wept. All that was needed was the word “baggage” Made loud and clear with no room for leverage. So that maybe you would have been de...

Long ago, I thought of writing this. As I memorized your face— your virtues, your failures. How you taught my ancestors to devour the firmament. They drank the blood of stars, took in its warmth. Turned breath into sugar, wind into sweetness. I bla...

Often I do wonder with bore, sat on a rock by this white shore, Adorned by stars, its silver hue, illusion of an oddly few— How mine heart calls this place a home, a home where mine darkness does roam, A shore of snow, this home where mine own shadows grow, Where all li...