The downpour of rain

came out of my eyes

a painful symphony

of memories

The thunder roared

thoughts i couldnt erase

bugging me all day

and all night

The lightnight flashed

a shocking pain

in the brain

leaving me bedridden

The clouds grew darker

shrouding my brain

preventing my thoughts

and emotions

…

🫀...

Sitting by the lake in the middle of the botanical gardens, I can’t help but feel happy.

Happy to see the ducks as they swim around the water, diving under with their tails in the air.

The trees breeze with the wind slowly moving, the park bench where I sit is covered with a tree with ferns that cover the hot sun away.

The bushes with purple tips and orange flowers that are in the middle of ...

Winter comes in soft, with a ache.
a sad chill that sets.
Upon the earth, upon my chest.

The trees are bare, the sky is pale,
Like memories that encompassed in my brain, slowly flail.


Each flake that falls is like your name.

The wind sings a mournful song,
As if it knows the love we had, was wrong.
Or never had the chance to bloom,
Now buried in the winter with doom.

I walk alone through the str...

…Too sensitive?

I get sad when there are animals in the road

And when birds can’t fly

I’m too sensitive

I cry over sunsets

And while looking at the night sky

I’m too sensitive

I get overjoyed when seeing a bumblebee

Or a pretty dragonfly

I’m too sensitive

I get overwhelmed with nature

And how our souls always wander too high

Maybe I’m too sensitive

Or maybe I’m just the right...

(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me at the time.)

Walking out to a breeze unfelt before

I fall to my knees

Others walking past without a second glance

As I smell the memory of a first dance

Sadness overcomes me

Do they not see?

Alone in my own nostalgia

Did it ever rain at...

I’m sick 😞

Common cold

Hurts the soul

Breathing sounds nice

But not for me

Sneezing hurts more then coughing

Scratchy throat sliced open with daggers

Massive headache wish I could write

But this cold had already taken flight...

In the hush of dawn, when the first light gleams,

A train rolls forth, whispering dreams,

With iron wheels that sing a tune,

It's bound for the skies, 'neath the crescent moon.

Papaw’s laughter, like a gentle breeze,

Rides on the wind through the rustling trees,

He loved the engines that thundered and roared,

Each whistle a story, each journey adored.

Now as the conductor calls, ...

From sorrow to hurt

You changed me

Scared of rejection

Scared of being you

From hurt to anger

You left without saying bye

You never saw my sleepless nights

You weren’t there to see me cry

From anger to hate

It all just boiled

The memories toiled

Of the love you spoiled

I hate myself for loving you

I hate you for pretending to care

From hate to rage

I feel like an animal in a ca...

The magnolia sighs a mournful tune,

As twilight drapes the Spanish moss in gloom.

Mockingbird's melody, once sweet and high,

Now whispers low, a lonesome, sobbing cry.

The honeysuckles’ scent, once playful on the breeze,

Holds sorrow's weight ‘neath heavy, drooping trees.

The sun descends, a fiery, lonely sphere,

Reflecting pain in waters dark and clear.

A shadowed path, where laughter used t...

The water’s warm, but I’m still cold.

I’m still thinking, under this boiling pressure.

I want you to be infatuated with me, like I am.

You’re aware of my mind, of how I view your people.

You think I’m bad, you haven’t met the right people yet.

I might be blind, but I’ve seen the maze your home is.

The water’s turned cold, but I’m boiling.

I don’t love you, but I want you.

And,

I n...