Through every struggle, you were there, a quiet presence when the world grew loud. We didn’t need words, just the comfort of knowing we shared the weight.   In the silence, in the ache, you...

New years bring news seasons of life Struggles might come to cut you down like a knife But dreams are being born, and opportunities are arriving Potential is springing, and hope is thriving   Under...

is it a sin to want you? to want you, all of you, and nothing else? or does it balance out? because i want solely for you. or is it greed? to want everything. because to me, you are everything.   and...

Poets gather here Under autumn canopy, Sharing words of soul.   Leaves whisper secrets, Golden hues embrace the dusk, Time slows in their grace.   In the fading light, Echoes...

All eyes were on the big game Georgia versus Texas, with a throne to claim For the Dawgs to win, we would pray The Battle of the Southeast is underway   Both teams started slow A...

Silent orchards by the sea Endless croaking of frogs Perhaps I’ll have a cup of tea, Thinks a little red dog. Earl grey stirs a far Memory of pumpkin patches in the fog, But he doesn’t...

In twilight’s gentle, hazy light, My sleepy mind prepares for night. With every yawn and soft, slow blink, I drift in dreams and slowly sink.   The day’s last whisper, soft and...

In the dark night, a lone star shines, With a soft glow, it silently whines. In the big sky, it feels so alone, Longing for a friend to call its own.   Amidst the twinkling, it holds...

My jacket smells like you. It clings to the fabric like a child’s fingers on a lollipop. I walked up the cracked sidewalk to your house, sandwiched between two dull, lifeless ones. The Robin’s...

A sour taste plunges into my mouth when I see you  Like I’m about to throw up and exert all of our secrets.  I glare at you with stones in my eyes  You look back, but I’m flustered  Pink-cheeked...

The ball is tipped Scripts will be flipped The tournament has begun Every team strives to be number one   Top teams will fade History will be made Unpredictability looms The winner, no one will...

  In the soft glow of twilight, I find myself wandering back, To the days of bare feet and endless summers, When time was a concept foreign to me.   No structured routines,...