A writer is a painter Who paints with words and not colors Writers are artists,…

Pen to paper, Fingers to keys The goal is the same— Allow the words to…

History’s Hysteria First they came for the women For being of a darker, eviler…

Under Those Ocean Eyes Are secrets hidden Jewels as if forbidden Secret chambers within…

I’m sorry I hope you know that. And I’m trying, too I hope you…

If I could put into my pockets  Every golden leaf  I would be a wealthy…

Brownstone guides me to solace  to history laced in gold traditions passed down  land that’s…

In the shadows, they exist Breathing and feeling Bleeding and hurting Yet we shut the…

Maybe I don’t know what love is Or maybe people are the ones that don’t…

I might know enough but not enough to know you closely, I might know some…