Poetry expresses my soul. It captures past, present and future moments. To me, words have a purity and richness which I have the highest respect for. They are one of the deepest forms of expression.

Words are empowerment, truth, sadness and glory. They are the colours which capture and paint the broad strokes of the world’s rainbows — both personal, inner rainbows and the more external, distant ones of the outer world.

We have become undone.

We have become undone. Unravelled. Scattered into small pieces. Desperate to remain untouched by the wind for fear that we
She could not see her crown. But she could feel it. And she knew...
The eye of her storm The centre of her soul the colours of her core cannot be silenced.
you see her poverty as weakness, without knowing that she simply lacks the opportunity to grow...
i cannot understand love that doesn’t feel like warm chocolate — sticky sweet ecstasy
you are beyond my imagination...
more than black and white i want to feel your colours fall from my heart roll down my cheeks...
i have shed my skin a thousand times each time revealing the pain of past lives unfolding memories of journeys...
i am a lonestar shining in silent places glowing in hidden spaces...
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