"What you gonna do when you find the God in you?"

"When I stare at my reflection is that all I am?"

"Why am I not what people desire me to be?"

"You can't awaken someone who is spiritually asleep."

Poems Collection + Descriptions

my forced rhymes + admiration for art

poetic thoughts

Avaz is a poetry book dedicated to love, i.e. disappointment with the fragments that love can leave us as a legacy, but it is also directed towards warm emotions towards dear people without whom one cannot live.. Thus, the author, guided by the youthful poetic arm of the male-female poetic dialogue, balances the conflict between these two opposing camps.. Her poetry is sometimes inspired by the philosophical questions of the existence of Pandora's boxes in each of us, and sometimes they are just short notes, lines, dashes caught in the passage of time around space.

A disgraced man and the songbird who saves his soul. A scandalous politician falls for the voice of a young man begging for only his to keep him company in his darkest days. Lyle was more than happy to oblige, he just didn't expect to feel for the man in ways that frightened him to the core.

"Soft, youthful, and energetic eyes gazed out and scanned the club excitedly as a slim body swayed to the melodies of his guitar as flowers in a spring wind. For a moment, the middle-aged man felt alive."

An unlikely friendship began years ago in the lives of Allison Rivers, resident genius of the town even at the age of 11 and Jesse Hargrave star soccer player of the middle school team. Six years later Allison, Jesse and Allison's elder sister Lexie to a party to celebrate Jesse and Lexie going to College when summer is over. At the party hey play a dare game that could very well end their friendship.

Written in second person pov with inspiration from a reedsy prompt.

some poems

A blog for people who need help getting out of Writer's Block or would just like some extra inspiration.

The current prompts can be direct suggestions, images, quotes and phrases, or music.

I post at least one prompt every Friday, but I will accept suggestions.

Link me your submissions and I will post them along with the next prompt.

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An old poem I wrote for a creative writing class. Found it lying around and decided to post it.

A short poem I wrote in Creative Writing class last year.