Poetry

Dance

DANCE. I said hey you there, I thought I told you that I did declare; it was not fair But now I will make it clear as I step out, feel the heat pump, pump. My sisters and I know what we do when we rock our ... Read More...

The Last Stand

Crimson red drops stain his armor Like a flood the enemy washes over their defenses The night sky is clear and the moonlight illuminates their blades and spears The night is quiet but their shouts make melod... Read More...

Fade To Black

Why do your memories still haunt my waking dreams? If I sleep in darkness will I still dream of the light? Daily my heart is rent by memories of the future that is not Lurking in the shadows of your happin... Read More...