Poetry

The lights went dim; they flickered, then died. My voice, a whisper, lost to the tide, void of sound. I tried to call for God, but He loves silence more than shouts. So I stilled my mind, climbed hills and elevated in time. Space continues to give what I can take— each affirmation, though belated, […]

I wish I could be your song, the breath moving in ‘n out your lungs, just for me to be closer to your heart rather than far apart. Even if it was just another has been. The chance I’ll get caught up into it’s rhythm becomes less over time as I diffuse in the many

Art does not lie; it flows at its own pace, painting freedom across time and space. It speaks truth under oppression, offering a voice to the voiceless and a platform for liberation. This poem reflects on the power of art as a means to challenge injustice and amplify silenced voices, calling for urgent action and awareness, particularly for the people of Palestine. Let art inspire, unite, and fight for justice where governments fail.

I woke up to a dream, your face etched in the morning’s gleam, the first thing I seen, a vision too vivid to disbelieve. With each blink, you’re etched inside, I see you when I close my eyes. My prayer fulfilled, my wish supplied, all I asked for, I received, my sight is set, I