Simple Wooden Box

It is but a simple wooden box,
An unadorned treasure chest…

Tattoo

The canvas we own,
Painted by artisan’s hand,
That cannot be bought or sold…

In Little Things

The watermark on the desk,
A simple forever reminder,
When you were sitting there,
Life seemed a little kinder…

Ancient Scars

Grey words tied like a long-jaded rosary,
Worn-out in the constant touching,
A vanquished mind is forever lost…

A Way to Forget

The things you said hang from my rearview mirror,
And I hear them every time I look behind me,
Seeing the past all a little bit clearer,
The haunting making it harder to find me.

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life