When your spine goes all slap-band-straight on you,
I promise that
all these words
will always be
to be free is not to want anything
and i’ve lost my freedom
the day i’ve met you
Her almost sweaty palm
accepted his hand
and quietly, she let go
a sigh of relief
that it finally happened.
Time froze in a moment
A colorful rug, Mix-matched scraps of greens and blues, Oranges, yellows, red, Covers the floor.
It’s when the light hitsThe soul awakens trulyTo be self is all
Pain, tragedy pastBurying to forward castReclaiming power
A poem about late-spring skies
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.
Hidden gem, burning with inner light
Spreading warmth and courage with such glow
Carefully cut facets to direct that blaze
To all who wish to open to i