Poetry

Lyrics

You’re the words to my favorite song. Even though it’s been so long.
I could never forget you.
Even if I wanted to.

Lily-of-the-Vally

Curled hair to look like hers.
Enchanted pins begin to wound,
Pieces falling down pale, angelically white
-Even in low light.

Lotus Flower

You,
Planted ideas in me, 
Plowed my soil with pain.
Watered in waste, fertilized with fear.
Morphed my mind into malice thoughts.
Made me mud and expected growth.

Talking Leaves

View more poetry and art in IUPUC 2022 publication of Talking Leaves.