It is a curse for poets to fall in love in candlelight under full moons at night.
have you ever been the one to cry over spilt milk? I do daily, tears falling as the white liquid […]
My choice in procreation does not should not affect my worth as woman. Did you forget? I am my own […]
Trace the shadows of my clavicle and count the hills and valleys of my ribs. My incandescent heart is a […]
Winter rages with fallen snow and she knows the storm is safe like intimacy.
Open your outer shell Of judgment, hate, and greed And be freed To feel Harmony and passion. Do not abandon […]
Night left late. I remained destroyed. The daylight, violently majestic. I was light And darkness.
I hunger for World peace and Salvation. Can’t we Save Ourselves?
How forbidden is Compassion In a world of Guns, sex, and Politics?