These things, like rain, take time to fall. No you may not run between them. There is space. We are talking to ourselves so why not answer ?

A poem written to hold a feeling gently, allowing it to unfold in its own time rather than asking it to be understood all at once.

I wrote this after months of looking for my missing cat. Eventually I had to except that in the cruel cold of Canada in the winter, she wasn't coming back.

My wife and I are separated and it hurts. 7+7 means the time together 7 years together and 7 years married in total 14. The devil is what I jokes about calling her This is just me sharing my pain

Wake Up & Fight is a relic of the moment you stop swallowing the script & start tearing your truth out of the dark. It's the story of choosing yourself when no one hands you permission, when exile is both the consequence & the reward.

Just a little excerpt inside my soul… From a time of somber solitude, while fighting the ashes settling around me…

• “I dug a hole for me and you” → Symbolizes deep emotional commitment, almost self-destructive love → Willingness to suffer or go down as long as you’re not alone

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

A poem for those who believe love endures.I vow to you not in grand gestures, but in the silent, eternal truth of a pulse that knows no rhythm alone.

This poem highlights my feelings about what kind of romantic love I wanted. Do I want my romantic love to be like a K-Drama or like the most hyped up Regency Jane Austen style (but with sexualized hype), like Bridgerton? For this poem, I use the K-Drama "Idol - I" and Netflix Regency Romance Series "Bridgerton" as examples to highlight my thoughts and perspectives about how I genuinely feel about romance, positively, and possibly at the same time express my love for both the series.

In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection.

"In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection."

This poem comes from Genesis chapter 25. This is how Isaac ended up putting a blessing on his second son Jacob instead of his first son Esau.

{A teddy bear sits alone in an empty room / Chalk marks decorate the barren floor / Along with star-shaped stickers that stick no more} a poem about losing one's childhood.

{Yesterday I got a text / That made me feel worse than less / I closed my eyes and tried my best / But my mind had already headed west} a poem about knowing what happens after being triggered.

{Rainy days are ahead of us, my friend / The storm that passed will storm again} a poem about finding comfort in the inevitable.

I live in a city where most streets house the homeless, and if you stand in one place long enough, you might overhear someone talking about their own life. This saddens me deeply and, in an odd way, is a pain I feel like I can relate to. To be surrounded by all of these people, yet still feel so alone. The irony of isolation is that we all feel isolated. If you're reading this, go talk to someone whose name you don't know. Why are you going to let your glass box control you?

I am twenty years old and just now discovering the wonders of feeling your emotions. There is quite a big difference between feeling them and thinking about them as far as I've come to find out.

This poem/sonnet is about the love and importance of roses, and how they're known as the ultimate symbolic motifs in famous fairy tales that we have heard, read and seen in various forms.

This poem is about my love and faith for Hindu Goddess Kali, who destroys all evil and vanquishes anyone, who causes harm upon others. This poem is dedicated tribute to the Goddess, who destroyed a most powerful evil demon Raktabheej, saving the world from plunging into a darkness filled with bloodlust and malice.