Skip to content

Tag: National Poetry Day

Vibe

I exist in a place of confusion; perspiration has the scent of chaos. My father visits my dreams, but he doesn’t recognize me. The ebb and flow of warnings erode […]

Birth

Seeds of resurrection. Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales. I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of […]

Lesson Learned

My path should have been different. Sentiment made my choice; the opportunity shared an equal quality—a questionable judgment based on hope. Now, I am sleeping in the rain. This mistake […]

Bad Dreams

The warmth of summer is ending;the length of daylight decreases.Darkness carries heavy memories;the weight of despair increases.