A warm welcome to my sanctuary of words and wandering thoughts! This space is where I bare pieces of my soul through poetry and prose – little fragments of consciousness that simply refuse to stay silent. Each piece here is like a snapshot of my mind’s journey, some captured in the present moment while others are echoes from my past.
I’ll never forget the day that transformed my entire perspective on poetry. Meeting Juan Felipe Herrera wasn’t just a chance encounter but an awakening. He opened my eyes to layers of meaning I had never seen before, showing me how poetry could be both a mirror and a window, reflecting our inner worlds while offering glimpses into universal truths.
Since that pivotal moment, poetry has become more than just an art form for me. It’s evolved into a profound exploration of the human experience, a dive into depths I never knew existed. Here, I share these discoveries with you – raw, unfiltered, and straight from the heart.
Join me as we explore these literary waters together, where each word carries weight and every verse holds the potential to touch something deep within us.
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Watermelon Drops
POETRY – FFFC #326 Have you ever had watermelon rain seeds?I wonder if the seeds hurt?or do they feel like gentle kissesrejuvenating you every drop Like the sky had a snack,then sneezed. A green crescent moon with juicy breathspitting polka-dots…
Whispers of the Page
Not all stories wait to be told—some write themselves through us. I wonder—do we write in our sleep,not with handsbut with something older—a pulse beneath the thought,a breath beneath the breath? Are the things we writejust the dreams we couldn’t…
The Weight of the Page
POETRY – WDYS #292 There comes a time.Not marked by clocks or calendars,but by stillness—the kind that hums behind your eyes.A softness in your chestthat doesn’t feel like peace.Just absence. Everything slows.Even memory. The cup half-washed.The door left open.The voice…
The Ache; The Regret
POETRY – MLMM #428 Hey, do you miss me?The ache churns so slowly.We found common ground,but only after the fires.The hard part is done.Where you’d go? I close my eyesbecause yours won’t open.The stillness is sharper now.Colder.Like it knowswhat’s missing.…
Keepers in the Fog
POETRY – 3TC #MM83 (Part II of The Forbidden Sphere) They never speak — yet still they warn,With presence sharp as briar thorn.From every edge, behind each tree,A knowing gaze leans into me. I’ve never seen a face, a form,Just…
The Labyrinth of Yellow Time
PROSE – CAN YOU TELL A STORY Beneath the yellow sky, a cruel labyrinth spun like a wheel of fate. She walked alone, sand soaking her boots, the hourglass ahead pulsing with time’s breath. A crab scuttled by, indifferent. Each…
Whispers in the Orb
POETRY – MOONWASHED WEEKLY PROMPT – FOWC & RDP Beneath a moon half-lost in thought,Where trees remember what time forgot,A glassbound world, alone, unmoved,Rests on a stump by starlight proved. The sphere it hums with silent ache,A dream too bright…
Forged Within the Ether
PROSE – FOWC & RDP Before gods bore names and before stars had patterns, she was promised to the beast. She was not born—she was forged—beneath an aurora that tore the heavens open, a raw seam of color bleeding across…
Birth of the Storm
POETRY – 3TC (An Invocation) Rain strips.Rain peels.Rain cleans.Rain frees. Not fragile.Forged in flame.Forged in sorrow.Forged in silence. Skin slick.Skin shielded.Hair heavy.Hair crowned. Eyes closed — I see.Ears shut — I hear.Mouth silent — I speak.Heart loud — I stand.…
The Weight of Hush
POETRY – WDYS #291 Where the land ends and the sea begins,a turtle moves — slow, certain, unseen. The sand forgets.The waves erase.Still, it moves. We are taught to chase permanence —to leave marks, to be remembered.But the turtle teaches:impermanence…
Too Silent to Break
POETRY – ANNABELLE SERIES no witness, no audience, just the truth between heartbeats The tunnel stretches ahead of her—long, dark, indifferent. She doesn’t rush. She lets the silence catch up to her, swallow her, settle in her bones.The train is…
The Strength in Fracture
PROSE – FOWC & RDP We find strength when we crack, not despite it, but because of it. There’s something deeply human about breaking. Not the kind of collapse that’s loud and chaotic—but the quiet kind. The kind that sneaks…
Too Sharp to Hold
POETRY – ANNABELLE SERIES you wanted the fantasy—now meet the fallout The light doesn’t flatter her. It splits her down the middle—green on one cheek, red on the other.Like a warning. Like a dare.She doesn’t turn from it. She lets…
Too Soft to Survive
POETRY by the time they named her strong, she’d already lost everything else This is what she looked like before. Before the veil. Before the gloss. Before they praised her composure and confused it for peace.Before she turned herself into…
Too Bright to Touch
PROSE – FOWC & RDP She moved like a memory caught in motion—half real, half reflection.Blue light wrapped her like prophecy, like warning.Everything about her shimmered.Not from joy, but from exhaustion lacquered into beauty. There was a cost to being…
Too Strong for You
PROSE – FOWC & RDP She wore the veil not to disappear, but to survive. It wasn’t for tradition, or rebellion. It wasn’t a performance. It was protection.It was her way of saying: I decide what you get to take…
Unspoken Notes
POETRY – MUSIC Sometimes I ask myselfwhy jazz lives so deep in my skin.It’s not just music—it’s liquid neon on the inside,saxophone sighs bending like lightacross my bones. Every note a pulse of colorI never learned to speak.It says thingsmy…
She Sings Forward the Fire
PROSE – FOWC, RDP, 3TC #MM57, SOCS Her face, a still sea at twilight, holds a world behind closed eyes — a world scorched and sacred. Beneath the surface of her skin, time moves differently. The tear sliding down her…
Soft Defiance
POETRY – WWP#414
The Face Beneath
PROSE – FOWC & RDP The dawn light was pale and useless—just a smear across the treetops, barely making it through the humidity. Everything was wet—the porch boards, the air, your skin, even your breath. It felt like you were…
In the Voices of Thousands, We Become One
PROSE – MOONWASHED WEEKLY PROMPT The sunlight fades. Darkness returns. I wait in the hush, breath held, heart steady. The Keepers stand ahead, already assembled—silent, still, and watchful. In their presence, I feel both small and eternal. Beneath my calm,…
Oil & Jazz
POETRY – 3TC #MM44 The spotlight didn’t just touch her—it carved herfrom shadow and breath,chiseling her presenceinto something holy,a gospel of flesh and color. She stoodlike a question no one dared ask,wrapped in the hushbefore a storm breaks.Every inch of…
In Every Breath, There’s Poetry
PROSE – NATIONAL POETRY MONTH Today marks the end of National Poetry Month—a celebration we rarely celebrate yet live through daily. Every breath carries it. In a single line, past, present, and future meet. Poets give shape to that breath,…
The Quiet of the Moment
PROSE – 3TC #MM43 The morning began like it had countless times before—but today, it felt different. There was a stillness that lingered just a second longer. A hush in the air that made you listen more closely. The slow…
Perforated Silence
POETRY – FOWC & RDP Why do I bother to write? Each word drifts into the void—unanswered, unheard.They vanish like smoke—transparent. Gone.Not because they’re sacred or encrypted in G-14 code—but because no one’s looking. No one’s listening. There was a…
Perception Blue
PROSE – 3TC #MM40 & SoCS The room softened into mist, and time slipped its tether. He saw only her, standing beneath a net of soft lights, her head bowed, lashes dipped in silver. She looked like a secret the…
Things Found in the Fire
PROSE – FOWC & RDP The alley wasn’t picturesque, but it was honest. Cracked brick walls caught the last tired light of the day, holding it like a secret. She leaned against them, letting the roughness bite through the fabric…
The Ridge Where Silence Waits
PROSE – FOWC & RDP Dawn unfolds like a hesitant prayer, its soft light unspooling over the bones of the hills. The stars, one by one, retreat into the folds of daylight, as though ashamed of what they bore witness…
Bark and Blood
PROSE – WWP #395 Every morning, Elías stood before the vow tree—the one with his father’s face etched in bark. Its eyes never moved, but somehow, it watched. When Elías broke a promise, the mouth curled in silent disapproval. He…
The Inheritance of Purple
POETRY – GROWTH They say purple was bornfrom crushed murex shells—a thousand livesfor a single threadworthy of gods. It was never meant for the ordinary.Worn by emperors,draped on deities,spoken only in whispersor prayers. But you—you carry it quietin the marrow,like…
Swallowed, then Speak
POETRY – DEFIANCE What is the moment when I scream into silence? But I’m silent, really—no sound, no voice,just a mouth stretched wide around something too big to name.My eyes glaze—not with calm, but with shock.A thin film of disbelief…
The Edge of Becoming: Refusal to Disappear
PROSE – REFLECTION The light crept in, not with purpose, but inevitability. It pooled over the floorboards in pale streaks, slipped across the rumpled sheets, and found her where she sat—curled in on herself at the edge of the bed…
The Weight of Stillness
PROSE – FOWC & RDP I drift through the mist of life’s abyss, not falling, not flying—just suspended. Time doesn’t move here; it folds in on itself, leaving me trapped in a silence that isn’t peace, but ritual. Dutiful. Respectful.…
Where the Sky Remembers Her
She stood still, her profile etched in the quiet glow of imagined worlds. Galaxies spun behind her eyes, each one holding a memory she hadn’t spoken aloud in years. Moons drifted close, brushing her skin with light that wasn’t light,…
The Silence of Excess
PROSE – WEEKEND WRITING PROMPT #410 Opulence dazzles, but it doesn’t fill the void. Gilded walls, luxury cars, designer clothes—they impress, not satisfy. The chase for more becomes endless: bigger homes, flashier jewels, louder status. Yet behind the gloss is…
The Gauntlet of Fog and Stone
PROSE – FOWC & RDP The mist clung to the earth like old sorrow, curling around boots and stones, swallowing sound. Two figures stood before the monolith, cloaked in black, their outlines blurred by fog and fate. The stone towered…
Oracle of Hollow Peak
PROSE – CONCEPT ART – DOUBLE EXPOSURE In the heart of the Hollow Mountains, where the air hummed with silence and time forgot to tick, a being older than wind sat. Encased in a sphere of shimmering energy—neither glass nor…
Eshe
POETRY – FREEVERSE She was the kind of woman you never really get over.Sure, you move on.Build a good life, one full of blessings by any measure.But somewhere beneath the memories—Woven into the joy and the pain,Tucked among the totems…
Quo Vadis
Rarely have I collaborated with other poets. This was the first one I actually enjoyed working on. An Andy Scott/Mangus Khan Collaboration It was not suppose to be like thiswhen we took our cries to the streetsit was suppose to…
Lighthouse of Hope
POETRY – REFLECTION When the war moved in, not the day it started, but the day it became real.There are no bullets, no sound to remind you that you’re not home.It’s the silence that creeps into your pores; now you…
Splendor
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – POETRY – MOONWASHED WEEKLY PROMPT I traveled the world, looking, searching for the beauty promisedto us all. The beauty often overlooked, under appreaciated perhaps, I don’t knowtake a moment To bask the beauty of it’s splendor
Dancing in the Dark
POETRY – RELEASING My camel smolders between my index and forefingersI drink the last drop of Guinness. I close my eyes as its taste lingers.I order another, drinking it down, trying to drown my despair.However, it takes me nowhere.I stand…
The Whisper Journal
POETRY – JOURNAL ENTRY STYLE April 6, With the cleansing of spring, everyone has a sense of joy about them. Even on the gloomiest days, we listen to the perforated silence as the rain splatters against a shudder not quite…
Hollow Man
POETRY – INTROSPECTION How long will my words echo in an empty hall?How long will I sway to its melody alone?How will silence swallow my cries?How long will my essence seep from the cracks of my shattered shells? Oh, how…
Justice
POETRY – INTROSPECTION In this moment…the righteoussimplywait … Transgressorsplea theirfate … Black robed, white wigged beaksdecree… Which is which ShatteringSouls … At the hammer’s fall Echo… JUSTICE!
RDP – Friday – Time
Here is my response to today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt – Time POETRY Time Sitting within the wondering of unknown destiny.Riding the waves of the abyss of sorrow.Like the sands of the hourglass, the moments of a promiselesstomorrow slip away But……
Aurora
The rattling of the window in the wind wakes me. Slowly, I stretch away the night, my eyes shift from darkness to a haze, and my eyes shift into focus from slumber to reality. I hear the whirling hiss as…
The Lady in Red
PROSE The night is coming, just like it did the night before. It really isn’t anything special to me, just a darker shade of grey. You see, I view the world through a pair of monochrome lenses. It’s been…
Glowing in the Sun
POETRY – REFLECTION There is a silence in the roomNo words spoken, emotions so thick one could smotherFighting back the tears, as you look back at her face.She’s sitting on the steps, glowing in the sun. Your bag is packed,…
Cries of Madness
POETRY – FREEVERSE When I was young, I approached life without fearWith hopes as bright as the sunWhen it came to worries, I had noneI’d never thought I’d end up here Sitting here remembering what I saw in the mirrorRealizing…
Epiphany of Madness
POETRY – FREEVERSE Here, in the chambers of my madness, I am showered by my decadence. The weight of my arrogance bears heavily on my soul, dropping me to my knees, beaten and shallow.The eyes of my damnation have opened.…
Missing You
POETRY – FREEVERSE I close my eyes to the darknessInhaling the essence of you Without you, I write nothing Without you, I don’t know what to do Living life amongst the shadowsWatching you depart, my heart just sankPlunging deep into…
The Blabbering Idiot
POETRY – HUMOR Allow me to introduce myselfI’m a blabbering idiotit’s nice to meet you. Then I crack the mirror. ~thank you for reading~
The Stories We Hide from
POETRY – INTROSPECTION Once, I wondered what journals were forWhat do we write in them..?We tell the stories of painwe can never speak. ~thank you for reading~
Get Back Here! I’m Not Done with You
POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHT – INSPIRED The perfect opening line seldom comes at the perfect time,You’re anything other than being prepared to write Hang on a second … Hang on!You’re ready now. Then just like that Poof Get back here!…
What Time is it?
POETRY – REFLECTION Ladies and gentlemanI’d like to thank you for coming In the next few moments,we will return to 40 years ago.Then I will speak in a language thathopefully everyone can easily understand From my ice cream castleI stared…
Sleep
POETRY Can sleep wipe away the strain of the day? Take away the painPress restart and start anew Fantasy and Reality are interchangeableneither one lasting it seems… Price check on RolaidsThere’s a spill on aisle 14Paper or plastic?Did you double…
Who Won?
POETRY – DAY 9 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH I wake up sweaty and sourOut of breath, like I’ve been fightingin my sleep I have…with myself I wonder who won?
Memoirs of Madness 