In poetry, We bare a part Of our soul For all to see. In poetry, We string together Emotions in words As beautifully as can we. In poetry, We find solace Even when the world outside Might difficult be. In poetry, Live on the poets Of yesterday In the life of today free. In poetry, [...]
Tag: Life
Of My First Novel: 03
Grieving is not a choice. Grieving is not easy. Grieving is not best done alone. Coming soon a romance novel to give company on this journey...
Who am I to Judge You?
Who am I to judge you? What you have done Or not done? What you have said Or not said? Do I know you that well? Everything you went through And survived? Everything you never saw coming And yet battled? What even if I knew you too well? All your scars From top to bottom? [...]
Of My First Novel: 01
And it's the month of LOVE! But wait, shouldn't every month, every week and every day be about love? Coming soona romance novelto remind us the same...
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl
My birthday gift To myself Is this poem. It is a wish Of love, Of happiness. It is a promise Of steadfast support Through thick and thin. It is a token That will endure Many years hence. It is I Telling myself, "Happy birthday, baby girl."
It Will Happen
I know you have waited So long that It seems like a lifetime, So hard that It seems you can't anymore. Don't give up now. It will happen. I know the feeling Of uncertainty That clouds you completely, Of bottomless sadness That drains you steadily. Take one moment at a time. It will happen. I [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: Type
She was so not his type. But she got him like no one else. So he immediately threw out his list.
Today’s Tiny Tale: Hurting Herself
They hurt her once. She refused to forget or forgive. She hurt herself one too many times.
Validation
So this is how it goes. I say something. You say, "Wow!" I do something. You say, "Oh my! How?!" Oh no! Not once! But every single time! Anything from me Should be worth your time As soon as you see! You do it not for yourself. You do it for me. As I'm a [...]
Today’s Tiny Tale: God Will Provide
After the doors, the windows closed. She looked up in despair. And God blew open the roof.
An Author You'll Remember 