Silently beautifully written

“In the middle of loving conversations, intricate thoughts make silently beautiful comments into the quiet listening ears that make the irises laugh.” Silently Beautiful, JSR When I first wrote this verse for my poem Silently Beautiful I was not thinking of what a deeper meaning those words can have. I think I was 17 when…

Art In Words

I would like to paint masterpieces with my words. Fill the air with the sounds of amber, scarlet and indigo, create brush strokes with the flow of my sentences. Paint pictures of blossoming flowers, of the benevolent sun dancing in the vast sky. Tell tales of the willing trees being tousled by the powerful wind….

Why I Write

I write for the pages that contain my story, for the only ones that listen to my sorrows; the quiet pages that don’t talk back. I write to them because it releases my anger. I write to discover my passion, to let it be known to the ones I love and hate, to discover it…

The Poet

The Poet is merely the carrier of the imagination. A host, it walks through life with a parasitic need to create life forms with her pen and paper letting all of the world hear her cries of pleasure. The Poet spends her days capturing the hearts of those who pass by, and keeps them pressed…