Men Don’t Like Crying Women

But why?

Crying is good for the soul. It means something…

Star-blind

a poem

I suppose I started drinking
Just cuz everyone
Was doin’ it.
I wish I had
A better answer,
For you
For…

A Letter To My Younger Self

Tiny little me.

Poem From the Underworld

We were born from cotton, anchored to trees, turn to ashes, grown out of glooms, linked since forever, at the…

Wilted Pink Rose

As the wind blows onto her face,
Her thoughts pause momentarily,
Somehow drifting away onto a past case.

The Blessing Of Peace

Soul poetry