Poetry

There are pieces of my past self tucked into old corners of my memory, bright-eyed, curious, a little confused, still trying to make sense of the world. I check in on them sometimes, not with sadness, but with a fond smile, like flipping through photos of a younger me who had no idea how far they’d go. I’ve outgrown habits the way kids outgrow shoes, quietly, naturally, without noticing until one day they just don’t fit anymore. Worrying about every little thing, shrinking my

The world hums with voices, buzzing, clanging, a static that presses against my chest. They tell me who to be, how to move, how to feel, as if my heart could follow a script. At first, I tried to answer, matching their pitch, nodding to their rhythm, but it never fit, never landed where I am. Then I closed my ears to the chatter, leaned into the quiet that lives beneath the storm. Slowly, a voice emerged, soft at first, then stronger, clearer, my own.

Tonight the world is velvet-dark, and every porch light hums with magic. We paint our faces in glitter and ghost dust, lace up boots that make us bolder, pull on capes stitched from dreams we forgot we had. It’s the one night the world applauds pretending, yet somehow, in the make-believe, we tell the truth. The witch is a girl who loves her power. The knight is a boy who craves the chance to protect. The monster only wants to be seen and still adored. Under the mask, we glow

I was first a seed, tucked quiet in the soil, a whisper of stars waiting their turn to burn. Spring cradled me in green arms, dew like...

Beneath the quiet surface of the soul, there is an ocean, deep and restless, holding secrets not meant to be broken. It keeps safe the...

The Moon, my guiding light, my protector. On my darkest nights, it was there, calling to me.  My path to freedom painted in its...

I have wrestled change like a tide in the dark,
 Each wave a whisper of all that could break.
 Futures unknown, the weight of the stark,
...

The hallway clock forgets the rhythm 
it learned last week— now it ticks in a foreign tongue. A coffee mug still warm
 sits where a...

we outgrew the blueprint.  what once held shape now splinters under breath the old truths cough dust in our mouths while we dig gardens...

In the hush between heartbeats, where silence is not empty but full,  there lies a river, ancient and unforgotten, where the soul kneels...

It’s not just gravity that keeps us close—  there are softer laws, unwritten codes,  pulling us in like playlists,  like the way you just...

i was born
 in the shadow of a new moon—
 silent,
 but not because i had nothing to say just
 no way
 to say it like yelling underwater
...

A hum, a drum, the air is thick With rhythms that flick, and notes that stick.  Soft winds spin, and strings will sing,  In tunes that...

They tell us love is universal,  but only if it fits in a box- wrapped tight, tied up with a bow,  neat enough to make them comfortable. ...

I used to think  the world only shifted when the ground cracked open the plates beneath clashing together but then i saw the way a single...

I have a little human who drags me everywhere,  And what can be the point of him, I sometimes find unfair.  He is very, very like me from...

do you hear it the ancient song that travels through miles of dark water -what are they saying they speak of memories older than out...

There’s an idea I have,  I think is true:  Do you think about how stars blink like they know something,  winking,  as if they have...

progress moves like ocean waves— not in straight lines  but in the rhythm of tides  pulling forward then back present moments blur  into...

One of my favorite memories, an amusement park with my family. This was made possible by my intent and hard work. Passion drives...