Poems

Walking Stardust

Walking Stardust Breathing in the warmth of your skin, your eyelashes flutter like petals, sleeping. I stare into the dusty black room. Light creeps through the blinds. Hitting the wall with its luminous glow. A romantic feeling pulses through the layers of my skin. I am optimistic that no other being will make me feel… Continue reading Walking Stardust

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Writer's Life

Poetry Is

Poetry is freedom. Poetry is emotion. Poetry will always be whatever you choose for it to be. It is hard to define poetry because poetry can be anything you want it to be. It can be one word placed in the middle of a page. It can be fifteen pages long if you want it… Continue reading Poetry Is