https://www.youtube.com/shorts/FyAcWbQlHaw   Tome of Darkness The seeds that got no reads Gone too soon inscribed upon the tomb like a shrine to our short time in the reason and the rhyme of the season to season kaleidoscope into which we collideIndependent sign into Universal mindSuch a mysterious design So much unknown in this dwelling we call home In this dwelling which we roam Like...

The smoke billowing from my poetry journalwill descend back to the pageafter I finish the poem. Scribing that which burns onto the page from my heart,seared into immortality,life is short, and memory is shorter. What returns, is the desire to rile,or...

I wished I met a boy in the cityWhere I could share my problemsAnd still be called legit.