In the sacred realm of language,

Where syllables dance creating an image.

Like fireflies in the twilight of existence,

Poetry emerges from The Interwoven Story of Life!

In the delicate whisper of the soul we come alive,

A symphony of emotions that continue to arise.

That resonates in the chambers of our heart as we start to fly,

We hear the echoing of laughter and sobs of despair.

Poetry is a jour...

When I was a child all I ever felt was hate,

Like I was born with a destiny that had no fate.

Just a cruel game life dealt and continuously played,

Just a soul in the shade that prayed as I started to fade.

A puppet on strings cracked and frayed,

I walk through life like I’m unafraid.

Yet haunted by the echoes that left me betrayed,

In my mind they stay as they continue to invade.

My life, heart, ...

If I Could Count the way’s I Love You,

I would run out of breath and die,

For the depths of my love are boundless and true,

An ocean of devotion that stretches far beyond the sky,

Every second with you is a treasure,

A luminous pearl in the vast sea of endless devotion,

To work together to get through the storms of weather,

As we stand tall in the face of lightening and thunder whole and unbroken...

Within the jungle of my consciousness,

Where shadows dance and the shades hiss,

I gaze into the mirrors of my mind’s abyss,

The haunted reflections of memories meant to last,

Are but fleeting moments that leave tracks as the clock ticks past,

Backward-looking floating wreckage of a life already elapsed,

Yet these mirrors don’t reflect, they take over and invade,

Using the whispers of my past as sp...

When it’s born it begins to die,

Everything on earth and beyond the sky,

From endless deserts dry, to bottomless oceans devoid of light,

We’re only here for a moment of time,

A blink of an eye in the grand design,

We’re burnt out candles waiting to shine but,

There’s too many people living life with no spine,

Simulacrum’s walking around just dead ringers,

Polaroids developed without any pictures,

...

Life is full of fleeting moments,

Ephemeral yet full of hidden compliments,

They pass by like a silent stream unnoticed,

Waiting for a glimpse reflection to show up and own it,

Yet we are blind since childhood and never notice,

We go through life with everything out of focus,

Sleepwalking, snoring, we remain hopeless,

Yet when we come alive all moments are precious,

Moments may be short lived but ...

Swirling smoke rises from the ashes,

Vanishing into the ether in ephemeral dances,

From the smoldering embers of our life,

Burned beyond recognition still we survive,

Silent screams get tossed and lost in the unknown,

Residual tones repeating in the echoes,

Palms are sweaty, fists are clinched,

Heart beats hard, whole body is stiff,

Swirling smoke vanishes like sand through our fingers,

Others lik...

It all started when I was really young,

I spent my days hiding from the sun,

Biting my tongue, in the shadowy grip that clung,

Squeezing my throat, starving my lungs,

Feeding me lies that dripped from their tongue,

That I’m all alone just a fight to survive,

To disappear in the sun, from the world outside,

Yet within my mind, truth was denied,

Chaos into delight, voiceless thoughts collide,

Where ...

Lonely people you are not alone,

You feel lost and scared a house without a home,

I know how it feels I have been there too,

Feeling lesser than less broken through and through,

Hiding in the shadows of one another’s shade,

Just step aside and see you are a light that will never fade,

Like stars up above shining in the night,

Standing by ourselves fighting with all our might,

Against the whispers ...

From dusk till dawn,

I get so many feeling they leave me withdrawn,

Growing and growing like an uncut lawn,

I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize me, i feel like the real me is gone,

From anxiety to depression,

They try an take over me like an out of control infection,

From feelings of worthlessness to feelings of rejections,

From others and myself they threaten without question,

From PTSD to...