In Little Things

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

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.

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

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