Handsome by BJ Daoust Though I truly want to throw a tantrum Seeing someone else so handsome I realize soon as the image gets clearer I...

Inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem titled Hunter’s Moon–Eating the Bear Dearest one, Dearest one, it is still in the morning. The leaves and...

In the heart of the forest, where shadows sigh, My emotions, a storm beneath the sky. Why can't they flow like the river's grace?...

A frog suspended on the tension of the pond where water and skin exhibit their bonds. Does it know from a tadpole it did grow? Or a...

I often think about the days I spent with you. I think about the time I would've saved. The fun I would've had. The happiness, and the...

In the jungle of my mind, roses grow wild, Their petals soaked with tears, fragrance beguiled. Thorns dig deep, mirroring my inner...

Once bold, I roamed without care, Adventures embraced, risks I'd dare. Then hurt arrived, left scars to bear, Now cautious steps, no...

I claim I want blooms, vibrant and bright, But thorny vines always put up a fight. What if petals droop, dreams fall apart? What if joy's...

When was my perception confined in an obsession with industrialization? Gazing on a photograph, on the beauty of stillwater pressed to...

In fear's clutches, thoughts tightly wound, Shattered hopes, will we be unbound? Mind paralyzed, heartache profound, Silent suffering, a...

"I love you," whispered in the quiet dusk, Yet, I penned our finale, a bittersweet husk. Silent echoes bear the weight of unsaid words,...

When time signals seven, eager bodies haul themselves to a station of satiation. As calloused soles of the residents shimmy, the...

Why must I fall for those who don't care? "Love" is just a fleeting word, Oh, is it, my dear? Two distinct definitions of love in the...

In the quiet whispers, you claimed to miss, But your moves, a whole different abyss. Talking about love, in the dead of the night, Yet,...

When you feel lost and alone, know the ocean is a place you can call home. Step slowly on the sand below you and let it be your stable...

The modern body sits. With feet ungrounded and crossed, the knuckles of toes are red and flat, pressed to the cold waxy flooring as blood...

In the echoes of my mind, His words I find. "You boast of sorrow," he claimed, "For bearing scars, you're named." Perhaps that's why love...

To be a queen, the land would be mine. I’d catch the eyes, of any wondering man. To be a queen, I’d have a perfect life. I could be...

Awakening Nights unconsciousness fades in avoidance of approaching sentience. Breakfast Hand to heaping spoon, spoon to eager mouth,...

Love is such a game. You never know how much you want to win. Until someone is closer to it, then you.