I walked quietly with a heavy heart. My feet trudged heavily on the cold cement. The tears in my eyes fell freely as I began to let loose. I wasn’t sad, I was tired of the life that I’d led. My...

Little white lies darkened with time.  Rose-colored glasses stained my eyes.  Silence louder than I can speak.  Romance and horror often meet.  Poison so bittersweet,  inevitably fatal.  Lethal...

I paint the chair red. Red like the scraped knees of a crying child. Red like the polka-dot pimples spread across faces, Adding fuel to the fire burning in bullies. Red for all the girls that have...

Art is the window into a person's soul In any way shape or form It shows the world through other people's eyes Different for every person Art is fluid Dripping on a page Forming new possibilities Art...

    He spun me 'round the ballroom The piano played a waltz He stepped lightly, like a ghost Made by the music Candles lit our way around The room flickered beautifully I dared not...

It is the epitome of an east coast moderate climate. The graze of fibers from a marigold sweater, or the touch of an Autumn blanket. It’s the scent of a fresh summer harvest, but the moisture of...

Our beautiful nature, Ruined by thousands of steel industries The aquarium blue sky is now smokey and our wonderful sea is polluted Yet despite all the damage we do, The season is now spring And...

Light blinds the sky in a violet hue But something is askew                                                                                , ,           ...