i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

what's to believe? october 2019

this is a collection of poetry focused on trauma, nature, and the intertwining of humanity. a lot of it is self focused

Where I self sabotage pieces of my heart.

•POETRY 'And I wither down to death just like the autumn leaves' ©maybeanerror 2021

winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.

poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

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