Beneath the surface of words, the waves escape
as the poets mourn in the dream of time.

Tears of the young ones whisper in their stillness,
as the ocean weeps along with them.

Beyond this moment the waves turn,
to the soul infecting time within.

Longing for the cold mountain of words
from the dying poet escape,
among the shadows of greatness.

This poem was inspired by a random line generator I found on a Google search. The line generators serve to inspire writers of any medium. I wanted to try and make a poem using majority of the words off the generator. 


Amoungst the shadows of summer,
young lovers whisper atop of
the old oak tree.

As the leaves sing with gleeful
colors of yellow and red,
they depart in their wake.

Who once were young lovers yearning —
for that moment of faded love
and sweet harmony echos within
the old oak tree roots.

No Man’s Land

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A good friend of mine who is a graphic design artist, we decided to collaborate on this piece, I’d write and he would design the piece. This was to commemorate Earth.  Let me know what you think.

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Dark as the night sky,
her mind was full
of hard times.

A mask adorned those times,
expressing cheerful days
with a slight southern chime.

Eager to help you all the time,
never demanding for a return
only a ‘thank you’ will satisfy.

The world sees an opaque mask,
while she faces a larger battle.

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The house stood still

while the children slept

and a cotton tailed

bunny roamed the house.

Leaving crumbs of carrots,

colored eggs, and candy baskets

for the children to find.

The sun rose waking the children,

eager to find what goodies

the Easter bunny had left them.

Yesterday was Easter. As a child I never understood what Easter was about besides a rabbit leaving candy and my mother always cooking lamb because it was tradition. I got older and started to understand that it was some religious holiday but I still didn’t know much about it. In high school I recall girls wearing Easter dresses which I didn’t understand why there needed to be special dress code for a holiday. Anyways, since I learned about the true meaning behind Easter, I am baffled as to why such a religious holiday was turned into this money making market. I believe that religious holidays should focus on the religious aspect and maybe not so much materialistic.


I was nostalgic for a place I’ve never been.
Small white dots reflecting off the lake below,
showering the sky with a sense of peace.

A cool spring breeze always placed me
beside that starry lake looking above,
getting lost in those beautiful étoiles.

The dark sky is painted greens and blues,
exposing the milky way for what she is,
a galaxy home to one inhabited planet – earth.

I was nostalgic for a place I’ve never been,
that left me wanderlust for the lake
in Bar Harbor, Maine.

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New Season

Brown turns to shades
of light and dark green.

What once was bare
now hides behind
green and yellow.

Small flowers sprout
from a the once
frozen ground.

Birds are chirping,
animals stretch their legs.

What once was
grey and gloomy,
now is full of
blue and white.

Sunshine warms the skin
welcoming us to a new season.

Where Art Thou Writing Natural?

Hey Fellow followers,

I apologize for my absences this past week, I should have prepared better. This past week I had two major projects due on top of working the National Conference of Undergraduate Research (NCUR) which was hosted at my University this year. Anyways, aside from being extremely busy I am alive, sunburned, but doing well. I will being to post regularly again. Next month marks 1 year since I started my blogging journey. Can’t wait to display my work. Also, during the Conference I had an opportunity to enter The Zone which is the second largest digital congress unit right after the United Nations. Which one of my dreams is to be speak to a large audience and give a TedTalk. 17545499_10211281467484856_284622509507123371_o

I’ll leave you with this quote that I see everyday:

A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child. -Unknown