Poems

Forgotten Opportunities

Throughout my time, I often point out the mistakes in writing, rather than absorb the beauty. It’s so easy to point out the negative, what they did wrong than what they worked so hard on…

Refuse To Be Silent, a Poetry Reading

The following video is an excerpt from an open mic poetry reading with THE BRIDGE Progressive Arts Initiative on March 24, 2021 in celebration of Women’s History Month. They’ve put together this video for your…

I was meant to love you

I remember you in the morning, the way the light hit your eyes, the way your smile matched mine, the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys, the way you wandered over my…

the other morning

Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek at the clock to confirm the hour before the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir the house awake, too early to reach for the…

Look Up…

Above the streets, into the buildings & trees, do you see what only we see: a needed escape, an expression of pleasing— head back, eyes closed, legs parted, a kiss on the lips— it takes…

Untying the Knot

She gathered tulle and ribbons to create the most perfect gift, where the two of them would unite to protect the insides, to hide from others the chance of disappointment. The more she gathered, the…

listen to her

inside of you, that constant voice knows you better than anyone else. she’s been there when no one else was. she knows she’ll never steer you wrong. she’ll direct you forward, & retract you from…

drowning in poetry

a poem of longing a poem of remembrance a poem of rage a poem of hope a poem to slip into your mind a poem to never forget the story a poem to purge the…

Train Ride Home

inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip on the train ride home your smile flashed between buildings, lights flickered and i couldn’t tell if it was the spark in your eye or the streetlights…

The Secret Garden

bore from the most arduous labor, its intoxicating fruit, its sweet blossoming fragrance,pulls in the strongest of hearts. as a vine snakes its way through the depths of a luscious secret garden, distinct impressions produce…

The Thorn in My Rose

her name, her existence- a thorn in my side; a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize. though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound, i have become…

The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring

it’s right underneath, brewing under my chest this quiet whisper circling- not spiraling downwards as i often tend to, but in the way a gentle breeze swirls a handful of leaves and they flutter away….

take my hand

under the light of the moon you hold out your hand & i take hold. you offer a ride with your heart in tow whispering delicately, “let’s see where this journey goes.” as long as…

break these chains

contemplating her next move, the pounding within her chest told her what she already knew: she had to break free from the chains wrapped around her wrists. there was no sense in moving, for every…

lead me to your ocean

what river do i cross again and again? the river where bloodthirsty love begins. toes dip in at first sight. oohing & aahing with every delight. swimming further downstream fulfilling love-drunk dreams. kiss me, love…

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