nature | summer

serene. water splashed, cool fingertips. warm scent of summer heat lingers on porch steps and bathroom walls. signs of summer arisen from dirt growing sunflowers sturdy stems. nature's alive and well.


summer love

sweet slumber on green grass, sun serenades my pores into sweat gentle breeze softly touches my face kisses all over my cheeks and body under a shade from the tallest tree deepest sense of comfort in sighs.


The deer knew nature would happen, Fallen yellow leaves pile over patches Nearby trees sway as roots of trunks gripped Held tight to moist soil, soaking up water Overnight raindrops appeared and flooded Underneath where all things start and end. Circle of life revolves acutely more than ever Spring now, but autumn is around the [...]


It survived another month The fragility of petals Grasping a millimeter of stem Rooted for some kind of stability. Winds tampered its solid grace. The calm nights hushed sounds Of crying rain and cats meows Wanting to be heard, to express. The light grew outwards Unable to contain its bravery The audacity of survival The [...]


"Is this forever?" I wondered, while eating a huge strawberry sundae with sprinkles on top I didn't finish. Collecting marbles Filling a neverending Glass jar with every Color swirl combination Imaginable, carrying A piece of hope in each. Sipping on sweet Lemonade on dry summers Intrigued by the notion Of ever understanding Life's eternal limbo [...]

body language

bird chirps & squawks along with the morning sunrise looking left and right for another as their ally. a continuous hum of undefined squeaks and yells, "I am awake and I am here," i imagine him saying. with no fingers to text or dial phone numbers or type an email, birds communicate through their bodies; [...]

the monster between us

What lies between us is this voice, A loud hoarse cough that breathes ice, Onto my skin, I see goosebumps on my arm. It whispers into our ears of phantom cries for help. Paying mind means paying the fine and valuable time. More and more, the monster between us grew. If it wasn't me, it [...]


circumstances don't care who you are they drift in in any form they want to. it could disguise itself clothed in costume creating personas that never ever was. sneaking themselves into situations that never were intended for them. But it happens. They occur and there's no control. Lost at the head of the ship Steering [...]