Poetry

I Dance

Do not be fooled when I dance Born  to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined with stars.. When emptiness invades my heart sinking with heavy dullness, I dance When keeping my head above the waters…

Feelings

I love talking

Somewhere in random conversations people throw words like ‘she has a way with words’. Subtly I’d like to think I have a way with words, they after all are a thing of beauty. It’d be nice if someone said I have a way with things…

Poetry

Reverence for words.

I write, More than I speak. I carry my words In feathers. They’re silver lined Like the moon. I touch them with a Light hand. Fearing they might shatter too; (My framework alike) My idioms, Are vague, unclear and appalling. Sometimes, Delicate and clumsy. I…