Category: Poetry

Amaryllis blooms in the darkest of seasons, the light that I crave. ~*~ […]
The rough-hewn bits of her exhausted dreams are evident; but what were they? […]
Perhaps it is my folly, tucking away into the elbow of green— the […]
I am told to keep things in perspective, as sounds of early traffic […]
pain is invisible. It can only be felt. Its less than sympathetic heart […]
The colour of a lie is devastating amber; it towers and casts a […]