The sun sets For the last time As our year resets And the last bells chime   A new beginning Has awakened oneself And  growth  has  begun Imprinting itself, on my spine   For this year Is one worth waiting As we face it without  fear And  our  deepest  desires start    happening. The last…

Curly haired child underneath blue covers why do you hide as your lips quiver?   Why must your dreams resemble the past awoken by screams like sounds of shattered glass?   Your eyes are swollen, on top of soaked pillows for you have mistaken the power of your woes   Which hold higher meaning One…

When you fall in love, you  become  vulnerable in  the  most  perfect  way. Your  heart   somehow  fills the    hole    that    once    was. And  time  becomes   a   concept, of  wholesome  unending  moments that infinity and beyond can’t compare.   When you lose love, you don’t  really lose  it. It…

I have seen Many faces Some mean Some misplaced.   But your face Will forever matter A scared place That now looks at her   It haunts me In my darkest dreams Just to see A future that seems   Perfect with you. I don’t know if you still read my poems or not, I…

She stands strong like a woman should for there is no wrong but only hidden good   Within her soul between her temples for she is whole a prime example   of elegance. The meaning of elegance to me: is the ability to gracefully carry yourself physically and most importantly, mentally. There is so much…

Caress my soul With tender love For no one is whole Or pure as white doves.   Hold my hand and don’t  let  go For life can be bland So let your feelings grow   Be vulnerable Like plants in winter Seek  to  be  uncomfortable For only then, will you live harder. Take chances and…

Where is she going? Woman with silver hair Her gaze focused Her walk with purpose   She radiates confidence A warrior of her time For she has felt More than this very heart   That studies her with awe In hopes these legs can One day walk with purpose And silver hair. To age, is…

I loose myself. Every time I talk to to him again. I wish my heart wasn’t so attached to him. I wish everything  I did wasn’t to get over him. I wish I didn’t allow my self to get influenced by him. I wish these hands didn’t want to touch his face again. I wish…

Pink and Orange skies Couples in hints of purple As the sun begins to rise with streets empty of people   In this special hour The air owns the world As crisp fresh air devours Our lips and words   Wrapping itself around my face With a slight sting of the ears As if we…

Blue skies remind me of fireflies floating brightly   In the dark as if new births left a mark on supple earth   Where mother nature’s breasts bloomed as flowers mature to heal concrete wounds. I know I said I would post pictures by me, but truth is, I am too busy. So this blog…