“Behold!” The stars rejoiced so brightly that they almost touched, the skies shimmered with infinite arrays of light!

The celestial witnesses that stopped time itself to recognize the beauty that would outshine any immaterial concept or any material reality that would occupy the heavens in appearance and purpose!

The footsteps of the Andomerian army echoed through the silent forest. As they approached the massive gates of Edgecrest, Sir Nigel, general of the royal army raised his torch high in the air. The troops marched on, extinguishing their torches one by one as they took their positions outside the city wall. A horn blew a dreadful note, and the city gate was broken down with a thunderous slam.

Endless longing grows, 
Love twirls in toxic tango 
Reaching, they both fall.

You stir something deep within, 
Igniting a fire, 
Then leaving it to dim. 

Love is a cage that makes us brave 
Pushing us to be vulnerable; 
Trying something new 
a cage that makes us enraged 

When we were young, our souls were bold,
Excited for stories yet untold.
Carefree days, laughter filled our minds,
Life's moments turned into memories we find.

I will never have two bull’s-eyes
Shooting direct daggers into the retinas
Of masculinity

Bear trapped in backbend
Posture poster child for
Un-gracefulness
Statue of David, meet
Three-legged Gazelle
Shaking, un-swaddled new born
Struggling to cement pose

After school, there are citrus hues
And the tension flares between us
At least,
That’s the spark of thought
Rubbing against my wooden brain 

Young Mary had a lamb,
A baby like she was,
Soft fleece of an innocent,
Wrapped around her heart.

If I understand correctly,
I’m supposed to chuckle quietly like a princess
Place my hands in my lap
Seal my lips 
Nod though I may disagree
But the same people are telling me that it’s okay to be me?

Hurricane Milton, fierce and wild. 
Winds like a freight train, waves tall and steep, 
The state trembled, stirred from its sleep. 

Covid stopped the show, but now we're back. 
So get ready, it's about to be a heart attack! 
Regatta didn't come to play, 2023 was just okay,
But 2024? We're on our way! 

They're often pushed aside, 
No reason given, no care applied. 
Disrespected, hated, misunderstood, 
Underestimated, some say overrated 
But trust me, they'll never be outdated. 

In the opaque, olive-green water
of the rusted rain barrel,
the leaves on the surface shift,
unearthing a nursery.

The midnight hour rouses me awake,
To the glittering city of stars.
That even my balcony cannot reach,
I sit alone captivated by the silence.

In twilight's arrival, when shadows swallow the land,
A band of crickets tune their instruments.
Tiny appendages swing in common practice,
Swift and loud, they let out music.

On the painter's canvas, his colours are commonplace.
His fingers calloused and worn,
Holding his brush with tender care,
And each stroke tracing the mundane.