I have been greatly humbled by love. I tried to avoid it like the truth I didn’t want to know. I tried to run away but could not outrun my own shadow. I tried to kill it, but it grew back twice as strong, I embraced it with open arms and I've never been more wrong...

I screamed. And screamed. In a diamond strong rage forged by mountains of force and bleeding earth. I screamed, "ENOUGH." To my darkness: You do not own me. To evil: You will not rob me. To my...

Fading like fireflies, rushing past our destiny, we lose...

blind me and bury me with shiny things and glaring screens so I don't see my broken heart. clutter my thoughts with...

Kumu Ramsay said: The world is your shadow, the world is your mirror. Everything that upsets you shows where you have not yet...

The world is my sister, as broken and human as I. Forgive her shortcomings. Love her for...

Bittersweet is the imminent premature end, a journey cut short of its promised destination... We climbed the highest mountains and drowned in flooded valleys, waiting for the final pinnacle. Waiting for the immaculate horizons to tell us: we made it. After...

the moon has scars just like me from the blows of life, and they say there's no life on the moon... but her body glows at night...

Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands...

I grieve for the old man who isn't old at all, but his heart is wrinkled with pain. He is dying inside. How quickly a beam of sunshine...

Even more prominent yet is the space in my hurt. The raw, the waiting. For my penpal who doesn’t exist. For my reader who doesn’t...

In the walls of my prison even my greatest days turn to dust. The silence grows deafening, even beyond all exhaustion there is no...

The deep clouds have brought their storms, both destruction and nourishment bring about change, for one must die to be reborn

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

I, who give too much to this world of endless need, when my shoulders grow weary from the weight of change you give me wings to fly and light up my eyes. You are my hope...

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

Hello my stranger. My not-stranger. It’s easy to see your pain and scars as you bask in moonlight and hide in the dark. I don’t see purple: you are the color of dark chocolate and ebony, or the dazzling night sky...

If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

I watched you break yourself a thousand times into a thousand pieces in the name of Holy Love which was nothing more than a poisoned chalice like drunken happiness slowly killing you from...

Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...