Deep in my souls, where words bloom like fragile petals, I found myself entangled in the delicate threads of his verses. He, the poet, with ink-stained fingers and a heart that bled metaphors, whispered secrets to the moon and painted constellations across my skin.“Write me,” I pleaded, my voice a soft echo in the caverns of his mind. “Like your poetry.”And he did. Oh, how he did. He wove me into stanzas, spun me into sonnets, and carved me into haikus. I became the ink that flowed from his pen, the syllables that danced upon his tongue. I was the … Continue reading Eternal Poetry

In the quietude of my existence, I stand—a house, not abandoned, but weathered by time. My stairs creak, each step a memory etched into the grain of wood. The windows, once clear, now bear the marks of countless seasons—raindrops, snowflakes, and the breath of winds that whisper secrets through the night. The walls, steadfast sentinels, groan in harmony with the tempests that sweep across the landscape.Yet, listen closely: I am not haunted. No restless spirits linger within my timeworn chambers. Instead, I harbor echoes of life—the laughter of children, the hushed conversations of lovers, the quiet sobs of those who … Continue reading A House Built of Living Light

I am the storms, woven into the fabric of existence. My essence dances with the tempests, a symphony of chaos and creation. Each element whispers my name—the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind’s wild embrace, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops.In the heart of the city, I am the wink of lightning, illuminating hidden corners and forgotten dreams. My electric touch ignites passion, leaving traces of wonder on concrete walls. And when the fields stretch wide, I become the growl of thunder, reverberating through the earth, urging life to awaken.But it is in the quiet moments that I … Continue reading I Am Yansan’s Daughter

Written in 2017 Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. The world spins, seasons change, and yet my heart remains tethered to that distant horizon. There, in the soft glow of possibility, I yearn for the touch of destiny—a whispered promise that defies time and distance.In this quiet anticipation, I become both seeker and sought. My footsteps trace invisible paths across the canvas of existence, seeking the echo of your presence. Is it fate or folly that binds me to this longing? Perhaps both, for love knows no logic, only the ache of absence.The stars conspire, weaving constellations that … Continue reading Beyond Myself

Under the cerulean expanse of a summer sky, we wandered hand in hand, our laughter echoing through the park. The grass cradled our secrets, and memories of childhood danced like fireflies around us. We almost sat on that weathered bench, sharing stories of scraped knees and stolen cookies, our hearts unraveling like old letters.The strawberries were ripe, their crimson sweetness staining our lips. We almost tasted eternity as we fed each other, the sun casting dandelion shadows on our skin. Puns flowed effortlessly, like the breeze that carried away our whispered dreams. We wondered if we could spin poetry from … Continue reading Almost

In the quiet of your chest, where the embers of longing smolder, you cradle love like a fragile flame. It flickers, dances, and yearns for release. You, the keeper of this inferno, carry it within you—a box of matches tucked into the pocket of your soul.“Set it all on fire, baby,” you whisper to the night, your voice a hymn of recklessness. The city sprawls before you, its buildings standing sentinel, waiting for your touch. You strike a match against the rough edge of existence, and the world ignites. Each structure becomes a pyre, flames licking at concrete and steel. … Continue reading Set It All Ablaze