He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
Wings Unfurled
The Hollow Ones
Their eyes are empty and dried, mirrors reflecting the nothing inside. Their laughter echoes, hollow and thin, as eerie shadows revel within.
Silence of the Beeps: I Survived the Beepocalypse™ and All I Got Was This Poem
For days on end, the beeping cried, A phantom wail that never died. Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs, I questioned life. I questioned why.
The Beep That Would Not Die🔥
A spectral wail, a phantom cry, An endless beep that will not die. It mocks my thoughts, it haunts my brain, A cursed sound, a shrieking bane.
Of Timeless Whispers and Borrowed Strength
If for a lingering moment I could talk with a mighty oak tree; A weathered sentinel, an ancient descent Of time's unfurling tapestry.
Hold My Umbrella
Cathartic celestial dew On a parched journey's path. Tear-shaped diamonds fall In a pitter-patter's dance.
The Ghosts We Carry
How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
Forged in Silence
Told to come out of my shell But they do not know. Forced to retreat - Not hiding, but surviving. This shell is not weakness, nor fear, But the armor I built to stay here.
A Mother’s Light
Let quiet strength from me flow Through the swirling wind and snow.
Tides of an Awakening
As I sit and ponder my last dream, Swirls inside “Echoes of an Awakening”. The night has dawned on shifting tides; Behind the emerald shroud, the wizard hides.
my letters from beyond the fire 