She is a rare beauty,Feathers like a peacock Dripped in molten amber Deafening is her squawk.You see her in your dreams,She has chosen you For she doe..
I hold you in my hand Your body twitches beneath my touch. I slowly flip your corner You don't like that. It makes you imperfect I can envision you po..
to those who wronged usmay we be kindto those who we disturbedmay we ask for forgivenessto those who crossed our bordersmay we show compassionto those..
A scream was heard Far in the night Words were spewed out With the speed of light He had no shame She had nothing but fear He felt like he had no bla..
Why do authors become authors? Have they been born with this craftsmanship? No, they spent hours and hours, locked away in their own little worlds wi..
For she is what I am not: tall, skinny, confident.That image is a projection of what I want to be. In hope that one day you'll look past that and see ..
When the world was created, God decided to assign each of his Helpers a task.Yerko, was the first one to go. He was given the task of watching over th..