This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

This is just a place where I keep some of the poetry I’ve written over the years. Some of it is about me, some of it is about my friends, family, and loved ones. Some of it is about people I’ve never met. Some of it is about stories I’ve heard over the course of my life. There are many themes throughout, but the tying theme is universal equality and true liberation.

An unknown entity is placed in a traffic light to observe the daily life of humanity.

Nobody knows where the stories of Sheelo the prophet originated from. But everyone knows that they believe them. The stories are amazing, fantastical, inspiring, and so very empowering. And everyone knows that with Sheelo on their side, they are strong enough to stand up to those who have wealth and power.

Poems about life, love, spirituality, wonder, and all the other little things that are important.

Ember was screaming. His people were screaming. His land was bleeding.

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You are the closest thing to a teacher that I have ever had. I hope I can honour your and walk on that hard path.

We are children and teenagers who have no one. Who have no shelter. Nothing but the streets and the fear and the apathy of the well-fed and sheltered. Nothing but hunger and poverty and pasts we would rather forget.

But despite all that we have each other. We always make sure to have each other. Because in this world full of apathy and hate, kindness grows only when you plant it.

And I will do anything to protect my family. Anything.

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When I was four I was taken from my family. When Miri was thirteen she was an orphan and a mother. When we were fourteen we had no shoes and too much work but we had each other.

Miri kissed me three days ago. Before I set out onto this journey with the blocker of my light. She told me to be brave. Be confident. Be brutal. And I'm not brave. I'm broken. But when Miri kisses me hope runs down like molten gold over the broken, jagged edges of my heart. Pulls them together. So for her I am brave. For us both.

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This is a story about two girls. One was the past. One was the future. One was oppression. One was liberation. One was prejudice. One was wisdom. One was poison. One was healing. One was the princess of a world that would die. One was the partisan of a world about to live.

Blessed are the oppressed.

For they shall inherit the Earth.