The poetry I written in my diary made me feel more awake. The pain around me I took and trapped inside it. I've always heard whispers when I wrote from the heart. These whispers in my diary was unfamiliar to me, was it my own memories that I wrote with? This diary contains my feelings, and some stories with a positive message.

Fantasy worlds... (2013) A writing exercise in visual sensations.

"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER

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of zebras - the love collection here, when i say i never want to be without you, somewhere else i am saying i never want to be without you again. and when i touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever' ― bob hicok zebra embryos start out with a dark skin but go on to develop white stripes before birth

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

two collections of poetry-prose: cosmic ashes & jagged storm. [voyageur / bigcitystars © year twenty-thirteen; see original covers inside]