Poetry

Cliché ClichésCliché these wavesCrash against these days. Cliché these rays, beating down my back. sweat beads racing down my cheek. …

this fire, she inspires me. Fulfilling her purpose, she lights up the darkest of nights.  Her passion burns bright.Her radiance blinds…

Psalm Trees  I bask under the glory of your shade;  I ponder the hues of man in the…

I am not a poet, I am a poemRead between my lines, find me; identity. Search the pages…

I walk in the darkness,The frost in the air and the light up above, casting its shadow.I chase…

A goddess amongst gods, She walks with the prowess of a mystical being, my mind fails to comprehend…

A fabulous woman walking, attracting the focus of men, hiding her fascination with this fabrication, or facade of…