Every morning I curl my hair and plan to take over the world, yet I’m stuck in your imagery, your paint and your pearls so you could win me over like oil burning crayons Every morning I plan to save these children yet when you yell at me I feel like a child-broken and crying … More A Dream, A Garden
I asked you a million times Then repeat for this millenia-thus getting nowhere Too busy stuck in time- feeling that I would die You say you hate it when I’m bummed, but do you really know what my oceans are saying? I’m writhing against your rocks begging to creep through the crevices of your land … More Who’s Cocoon is it?
Hello All Fellow Writers & Poets! I am proud to say that my first short story is being published soon on Kindle and Amazon. As copyrights are being applied to my original material a cover image for my ebook has just been finished.
Hands down, the 90s was the last great era of unforgettable music, talent, and melody tapestry that grunge had to offer. Between the riots, the end of the punk galore and metal taking over- this was a way for “Riot Grrrlllss” to take the throne. Besides R&B princesses such as TLC, Erykah Badu, Lauren Hill … More Who is Your Grunge Favorite?
I`m painstakingly aware of how I plucked you from the sky Sometimes our mountains clash, yet on top of those tips-we were able to build skyscrapers His love is connected to my fibers- our energies sing to the sounds of our slumbers, I`m terrified of how the universe had me pluck you from the … More As I Wait For Thy Arrival