See Through

There is this constant ache Tugging at his chest, A weight he just can’t shake.

Rolling Stone

He was living his life sheltered, Stunned by a series of mis-happennings.   Now running away from chances, perceived as risks, Unaware that living life fully is worth all the hurt that may come after.

Vibrant Hues

Life is already weaving its designs. Ahead of us flows an invisible web of colored strings Bonding to form the most vibrant fabric imaginable, Binding the very threads that make up our souls.

Searing Waves

He walked away from the fire. Head down, shoulders heavy with the loss he’d just suffered – the sight of his friend engulfed by the will of the almighty ocean imprinted on his mind with a whirling slap.

Air Cocoon

In the darkness, I think of you, of your arms I will soon feel again. The void around me turns layers and becomes tangible. It is as if the particles of air were rising up along my lines to try and mimic your presence, recreating an illusion of your caresses in your absence.

Work of Art

  I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the guardrail. I am looking afar. A sail is fleeing to the horizon. A glass of Bordeaux in my left hand, A brush in the other, I let my passion express itself.

Human Treasure

Lonely hour with no rest Dreaming of your arms Tightly wrapped around my breasts. Faceless hero, conqueror of my heart, Cherisher of my soul, You stand there in the dark, Unaware that I exist.

Destinées contrariées*

Intoxicated by the proximity Of their waltzing bodies Dancing without ever touching. Under the spell of her scent…  He is transported…

Mots d’amour*

Tears are running down my cheeks as I write this poem. (…) I realize that everything I am writing, I have said to you already But never enough, never that way.

Vice Versa

Strengthened by time, their bond will resist. Nothing will waver his confidence, He knows she expects the best from him… …and vice versa.

The Art of Poetry (II)

Poetic worlds inspire. Wise words that sing to you like you have known their melody all along. Words so simple and direct that they resonate at your core instantly, their message imprinted at the back of your mind for days and days to come.

The Art of Poetry (I)

Her words draw upon our imagination and build connections with our own experiences. She views nature and the world around her as a companion, a mirror in which she sees her own aspirations.