#recognizingthevoiceless

Fingers entwined I smile like the sun My heart flies like the wind My soul breathes like a dream ...

You open my soul and found it's a poetry book I have that beats in my chest disguised as a heart. ...

My lips wait, red pomegrantes ready for harvest, dripping sweetness, waiting anxiously. ...

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug ...

My love, know I am smiling because your eyes are still in my mind and the feel of your hands still linger on every curve I have....

Sleep is elusive. Hides in the back of my mind behind the myraid of fears I didn't know I have. I know I should sleep and ...

Despair is a wild thing in my chest that knows no repose. It fills my veins with spectres of hope that vanish and I drown in ...