It is in my heart to think how I may envision my own future. Should it be as vivid as my mind attempts to make reality now? I’m certain of what I want. I close my eyes and envision interwoven threads atop grass of a deep green. The sky is overcast, making everything clearer and…
Oxford
Recollection is like a sea of various shades washing on the dull gray sand of daily living. Nostalgia, or the concept of memories flooding one’s mind as they are triggered by trivial things––like cake crumbs, fine china, or even the musky scent of an old love’s cologne––is the sentimental impact of adventure come and gone…
Heart Alight
Along the frame With heart alight I hope you too Can see the night The wisps of cloud Like orchid smoke The little suns That dance with hope Silhouettes of trees Like strokes of ink On that navy dusk From sunset’s pink The touch of chill That warms you most The sound of chirps To…
Lost Boy
To the One that’s Lost, I hope life is treating you well. I hope its embrace feels tender, warm, and secure. I wish that its occasionally harsh grasp will not deter you from succeeding in all the ventures you’ve chosen. The ones I’m not allowed in. I do hope, with the purest ounces of my…
Chunni
Cover me Where he cannot see Under the chunni Hiding White and sheer With lashes down A curl of hair Tucked in ebony With jewels glimmering Gold gleaming Eyes marveling Weight they cannot feel I am not stained red Yet But his fingers Won’t find mine anymore And the bangles break Before they’re…
Starlight
The darkness does not scare me. My brokenness never will. Because when I look up to the black, I realize shattered glass still glimmers. Heat will rise in passion’s haste to feel what burns within. No matter the shadows I’ve embraced, I will always glow against that dark. That dark that coal cannot burn. That…
Galaxy
I too have loved the stars– Strewn across that velvet black Where cool shades mix like marbled art Where hearts get lost and don’t come back I’ve run through forests almost blind Through leaves of stippled dew– Over gnarled roots and twisted pine To join the wolves in search of you Those beasts…
Crown
Wear that crown and wear it proudly. She doesn’t listen to my words because of the friction within her heart. What I wonder aloud, she wonders too; but what I declare she barely feels. Sometimes, her locks sweep past her shoulders–sometimes auburn, sometimes curled. When she cries, her cheeks get pink–a rosy hue the same…
Whiskey River
Don’t Drink It. Don’t careen on the path Towards toxic affection Where affliction Rolls as waves in a river Where the natural stream Is where the heart’s thrum flows Where the idleness of touch Bows to blushed strokes Where the amber hue Is a glint upon ripples Where the channel’s tides Drag…
