Unbroken lines

Photo is my own

a steady rhythm
of black and white 
each stark and silent
whispered tales of contrast
light against dark
empty against full
together they shaped a boundary
yet held glimpses of something beyond
in their beautiful simplicity
the wall bore the weight of unity
a monochrome harmony in quiet
unbroken lines

The ghost of time

time is a silent thief
slipping through unnoticed cracks
it steals moments before we realize their worth
turning laughter into echoes
and memories into shadows
we grasp at its passing
but it slips like sand through fingers
leaving behind only the ghost of what was
what once seemed endless
is now a faint whisper
reminding us that nothing stays
and time takes everything


Each breath

it’s like the sun 
catching the ocean at dawn
just a brief glint of warmth 
where I thought only shadows would linger 
in a crowded world
where moments drift like passing ships 
there’s this thought of you 
anchored quietly in my mind
it’s where you exist
just between each breath
and where I hope you’ll stay
long after the last one

Storyteller

with her ink upon these pages
verses flow like whispers
carrying the scars that she hides
through her poetry
the world comes alive
every line a window into her soul
every letter a heartbeat
her story unfolds
not in the bounds of prose
but in the delicate dance
of meter and metaphor
painting emotions more vividly
than any narrative ever could
and in the end
the poem itself becomes the storyteller
a timeless echo of her life

Awakening within

your fingers linger at the edges
stirring warmth beneath the surface
awakening a quiet hum 
that spreads in waves
the rhythm is gentle 
yet it pulls me in
coaxing my body to respond
to arch into the subtle invitation
time stretches with every brush
every stroke until the air itself 
seems to thrum 
with the unspoken tension 
between touch and longing

Rainy Days

oh how these rainy days
remind me of you
where the warmth of your smile
feels like home
your lavender words
are a sweet love poem
that replays in my mind
and the touch of your fingers
gently trace the worn edges
of my soul
in that very moment
you stole pieces of my existence
and tucked them away
in a million different places
inside the universe
for only you and I