• 12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much

    April 12th rises
    like a hollow bowl.
    A day carved out of absence,
    light as a rib,
    quiet as a room
    after everyone has left
    but the air still remembers
    their names.

    This is the day of emptiness
    not the cruel kind,
    not the collapsing void,
    but the soft, spacious…Read More

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  • The Moment I Stay Still

    You want to steal my heart
    and keep it…
    but you say it like you’re certain
    I won’t notice.

    Maybe I’ll let you get close enough
    to try.

    Maybe I wanted to see
    how you’d hold it,
    whether your hands tremble
    before they tighten
    when something precious
    leans your way.

    But don’t mistake my stillness…Read More

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  • Reach out

    There are things I wanted to show
    There are things I could not let go
    When my light is finally out
    I’m in the shadow

    Reach out , reach out
    You’re in my heart
    Reach out
    Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
    Reach out
    I will always be there for you….

    I’m here for you
    You’re never alone, its true
    Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

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    • I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.

  • April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

    April 11th arrives
    like a board game spilled across the floor,
    ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
    snakes coiled in patient spirals,
    waiting for the moment
    you think you understand the rules.

    It is a day of ascents and descents,
    of sudden rises
    and quiet collapses,
    of c…Read More

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  • WAITING

    Waiting ….

    I wait …
    I stay …
    In place …

    I’m waiting…
    I’m praying …
    In my space….

    Waiting …

    The long days ..
    My same road ways
    Time.. slow pace …

    Waiting….

    Hoping for a change
    For a hand in marriage
    That man that’s only a mirage

    Waiting…

    For a love
    For destiny I still think…Read More

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