Here Flow Streams of Weeping Willow Leaves

I am small, yet pronounced in syllables of hurricane force winds when I unlock the boundaries of my mind. My … More

You Never Know A Person’s Struggle

Those looking in through clear glass windows find a scene of joy and peaceBut their eyes can’t look through timelines … More

Glistening blues and nude hues inspired by soft pigments easily flowing on paper forge an image in the mind, one … More

May these brown eyes melt in sun Melt down to pools of gold The treasure they seek Hidden in this … More

I love that about her, the way the little hairs behind her ears sway in the wind created artificially by … More

I saw the way he looked at me, ready to devour as if he’d never seen anything nicer. I couldn’t … More