Poetry I Can Remember Death gleefully hugged her only years ago. I can remember the existence of my mom. I remember I loved her. I remember the way she skipped out of a restaurant
Poetry Love is... Love is like a rose, covered in pain. Trying to understand it will drive you insane. People have tried to learn how it makes you feel, But the thing about
Poetry Cocoon of an Angel On the white sheets lie shades of peach and crimson. Her brown eyes see tears rolling through the room. A framed portrait presents a denied future. Aching, the pale lids
Poetry White is Not the Cow The strength of the red, the caring of the blue. Are they the sole? No, there’s also the white of the clouds and of the pure eagle’s flight.
Poetry Craving I crave your eyes. I crave their deep souls. I crave your lips. I crave the honeysuckle kisses. I crave your life. I crave its ruby existence. I crave your
Poetry The Birth of an Anticipation Fingers, trembling, touched the glass, My heart was racing, my eyes were searching, Searching for that little one. Breath fogged over the barrier, My mind was remembering, hours before, Before
Poetry The Prick Her fingertips caress the end of the stem. Petals echo their scent with every breath. She walks at a slow pace, staring at the windows. Her reflection smiles beside the
