She was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet. In every breath, every step, she embodied a language of beauty and depth that transcended mere words. Her essence was a symphony of metaphors, a tapestry woven from the finest threads of emotion and experience. While others stumbled through the rudiments of communication, she spoke in verses that danced on the edge of the divine. Her presence was a revelation, a glimpse into the sublime possibilities of human expression. She moved through life with the grace of a well-crafted stanza, each moment a line in the epic poem … Continue reading Essence of Poetry

Press me into a chapter of the book you wish you’d written. Let my essence live within the pages, a whisper between the lines, an echo of dreams and unspoken words. Tuck me in a cedar chest, nestled next to the things you used to love, where the scent of time past mingles with memories cherished and forgotten. File me away with the sepia-toned photographs of the journeys you took with the people who meant everything. In those faded images, let me be a silent companion, a presence that fills the spaces of your past with warmth and remembrance. Sing … Continue reading Keepsake…

I want to be in love with the world again. To wake up each morning with a heart brimming with wonder and a soul ready to embrace the beauty around me. I want to feel the sun’s warmth on my face as a lover’s touch, to see the colors of the sunset as if for the first time. I long to hear the whispers of the wind and the songs of the birds with renewed appreciation, to find joy in the simplest of moments. I wish to reconnect with the earth, to let its rhythm sync with mine and feel … Continue reading I want to …

I have fallen—dropped, dark wings unfurling to the white of the moon shining on my pale face, only to sink deeper—in love. In the agony rising from hell, I bleed into the earth, yearning to catch this dark angel, his bloody hands washed clean and reaching for me. With you, I find peace. Together, we inhale fire and stomach stars, universes woven from our colliding lips. In your embrace, I discover a realm where pain transforms into beauty, and shadows dance with light. This love, fierce and unyielding, transcends the boundaries of existence, carving out a space where our souls … Continue reading Sacred Union

I remember when tragedy struck and how it always had such a profound impact on me when I was younger. There was a deep feeling in the pit of my stomach, a gnawing confusion as to why people would hurt others, hurt themselves, or wish pain upon another. I clung to my ignorance because I never truly wanted to understand what evil was. As time passed, it was heartbreaking to feel how numb I had become to tragic events, which seemed all too common. I hated that sadness and disturbing occurrences had become so integrated into our daily lives that … Continue reading Feelings

Sometimes, I find myself gazing into the mirror, examining each feature in turn: my eyes, my mouth, the contour of my forehead, the curve of my eyelids, the line of my face. And this coarse and ugly amalgamation, grotesque and miserable, could it truly know how to craft verses? Ah, no! There must be something else… but what? After all, why ponder? Living is not knowing that one is alive. It is a dance, a fleeting moment of existence that we seldom pause to dissect. In the reflection staring back at me, I see the undeniable evidence of life, etched … Continue reading Before the Mirror

Love is religion. It is my religion. I found it on my knees at the meeting of your thighs, coursing through my body until it kissed the tips of my toes. You were god, your body, I crowned my temple. I worshipped as the sun climaxed, in parting your lips, I whispered a prayer against the soft curve of your neck. In those moments, the world ceased to exist, and there was only the sacred connection between us. Each touch, each breath, was a hymn, a devotion to the divine within you. The reverence I felt was pure, unwavering, a … Continue reading Temple

There is no remedy for death — or birth — except to hug the spaces in between. In the grand tapestry of existence, the only certainty is the inevitability of birth and death. Yet, it is the spaces in between, the moments that we fill with our presence, that truly define the richness of our lives. Live loud. Embrace the world with your voice, your laughter, and your passions. Let your spirit resonate with the vibrancy of your being, leaving echoes of joy and love in your wake. Live wide. Expand your horizons, reach out with open arms to embrace … Continue reading Live Loud!

Swallow the dolor of your darkness and spit out a riviere of constellations. Transform the weight of your sorrow into a stream of stars, a luminous testament to your resilience. Eat your ego, shedding the confines of pride, and let humility be your guide. Quit your melancholy; let joy and lightness take root in your soul. Be a blind cartographer, navigating the uncharted landscapes of your spirit, earning your disappearances with every step into the unknown. Create a crescendo of compassion unto your invisible schisms, healing the fractures within. Eclipse the era, breaking free from the shackles of time and … Continue reading Cântico para Morgana Bells

I suppose I always wanted what Dante Alighieri spoke of, “L’amore che muove il sole e l’altre stelle.” It’s not that I am a hopeless romantic, but rather that I have always yearned for a love so profound, so powerful, that it could move the stars themselves. There is something indescribably compelling about the idea of a love that transcends the ordinary, that reaches beyond the mundane confines of everyday life. This love, imbued with the essence of the universe, capable of moving celestial bodies, is the kind of love that I have craved. It’s a love that doesn’t merely … Continue reading Dante