Poetry
Nightscape
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees
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Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees
I have the piano keys, Printed on my body. Black and white, Dull and bright. At some points, Notes are the darkest. At others, Just
I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight,
In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving
Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line. But at least I held onto this guitar, even if I can’t afford new strings. And I
I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog;
Who is sitting in the heavens and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smiling? Golden staff in
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
The chalk dissolved on the pavement when the first rains of the year came, Hopscotch trails and stick figures disappearing as the ground turned a
Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you
My heart is forever young A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give
Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have.
She frowned into the mirror in frustration as a strand of hair kept falling off the sides of her hijab, The rest of her family
I know how it feels when no one wants you –they won’t leave you alone. They won’t leave you alone. Their downcast eyes look through
for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty
She was created the day two stars collided. Her kiss was black and beautiful. She used to say, love was like smoke and fire
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at