I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
The wind, wicks the rain off the roof of my home... Taps the window, to say, “ good mornin!” My body a corpse to time,
Tale of Miss Sassafras:
In her dreams, her cotton sheets, felt like tulle- In her slumber, she felt at peace. A glance as serene as splendor-
Golden Heart of Marigolds:
With eyes that flicker, like a fire opals the one with a heart as golden as petals of marigolds... His heart as bold as black opals
Lockdown and Flames:
Lock down, is like a weighted blanket of discomfort- Abrupt our dreams, Left to be shattered. Precipitous our lives,
Flower Petals in Your hands:
To the man , who ask nothing of me but my love I wish, I could of given my heart, compassionately unbroken Instead of heart healed.
Magic into Existence:
Ode to all the Children: I would of loved to have: I have spent so many nights speaking ill of my body, until I became sick...
Octavio Aurelio a young man, from Geneseo whose sining was ostentatious onward home, he passes the colegio He whistled,
My heart inches closer like a snail, aroused by her moves, follow her lead he self-assures. Love letters for breakfast; Kisses and cuddles for dinner