As useless as a broken clockis this key with no lockno way to finally set freeall of these mysteries of me Locked forever in the darkhopelessly waiting for any sparkto somehow then do the jobchoose someone else to then rob Dangling...

Soledad Libellule: The Poet of Ink, Silence, and the Sea Soledad Libellule’s poetry is not merely a collection of lyrical expressions—it is a lifelong meditation written in salt, fire, and ink. With over 300 poems carefully sculpted and refined, Libellule...

Funny how I have this abilityto live with a bold fragilitytake on each new dayin the same fragile defiant waySeizing every single momentwhile the wicked surf does fomentits own deep inner rage...so that I may then pen the pageUse...

I pen in a most painful inkwrite myself up to the brinkof where only I can go...ride the excruciating flow Let the blackness then burnwhile I once again learnthe lessons within its painas cleansing as a frozen rain Leaving me to...