On the third day of summer, I whisper sweet nothings in your ear, While lying on the fresh green grass, Under cotton candy clouds,...

Poetry is more than a series of rhyming words expressing something you can’t say it out loud. Poetry is more than the feelings you feel,...

Weighing my options, I step in the game, To rescue someone, From deep, deep pain. I know where each turn leads me to, Every step, closer...

Everything has become platonic, People, feelings, poems, Some senseless, Some sane, Some hopeless, Some mundane. Just like the star,...

I’m walking on a path, With daisies and peonies, Just below the fluffy clouds, Floating in the bright blue sky, But the mist in the air,...

If words came as naturally as the heart beats, Imagine the flood of poetry in the world! Everyone believing in love a little more,...

These are the days when we live our lives, Fulfilling desires of the heart, Living in the moment, Dancing on stranger tunes, Roaming in...

I’ve written some intimidating stuff. So much intimidating that sometimes, I’m surprised by my own poetry. It’s scary to know that I’m...

It’s annoying to feel a certain way on certain days. Annoying because it’s tiring to smile until your cheeks hurt. Annoying because it’s...

My eyes are dripping of sleep, That’s how tired my body is, Enduring the beginning of summer, Which will last longer than intended,...

All the sad songs seem to be have written for this one moment where everything seems broken and unmendable. Each word, each lyric...

The setting moon, The cool breeze, I sit by the ocean, Breathing deep, The saltiness of the air, Or the tears on my cheek, The cold sand...