There is a language the body speaksthat has no words,only pulses—sharp, dull, burning,a drumbeat you never asked to hear. It echoes through bone and breath,turns minutes into mountains,asks you to climb them barefootwith no summit in sight. And still—somewhere beneath the ache,your heart keeps a quieter rhythm.Not louder, not stronger,but stubborn. It says: stay. Stay … Continue reading Poem: Can’t take this Pain

Not all arrivals shout their name—Some bloom unnoticed, slight and brief:A blade of grass, a yellow flame,A trembling bud, a newborn leaf. But lean in close, and you will findA quiet brilliance taking place—Spring writes its wonders, line by line,In every overlooked space. Thank-you for reading. Brnda Marie

In the hush between two heartbeats,I misplaced my name—it slipped quietlyinto the echo of yours. Love was not gentle.It was a tide that didn’t ask,a gravity that bent my hourstoward your orbit. I wandered there—in the soft chaos of your laughter,in the quiet ache of your absence,in the way your shadowlingered longer than light. There … Continue reading Poem: The Power of Love

Two currents wandered, long apart—one spoke in flame, one breathed in tide,one carved the world with sharpened will,one held the dark where dreams reside. He moved like thunder through the bones,a voice that named, defined, declared;she drifted soft through hidden rooms,a pulse that felt, received, and cared. He was the edge, the rising sun,the hand … Continue reading Poem: Where Fire Marries the Sea

The last days arrive without announcement—no trumpet, no sudden dark—just a quiet thinning of the air,as if the world itself exhales and forgets to breathe back in. Time softens. Edges blur.Clocks tick, but mean less with every passing hour.You begin to notice endings everywhere—in the way light leaves a room,in the way names feel heavier … Continue reading Pooem: Before Rebirth

In the line of fire, where silence breaks,The air is stitched with the sound it makes—A crack, a thunder, a fleeting breath,Each step a wager, each second death. The ground remembers every fall,Names unspoken, it keeps them all.Smoke curls upward, a ghostly choir,Singing low in the line of fire. Hands may tremble, hearts may race,But … Continue reading Poem: In the Line of Fire

The thought arrives late—as if it missed a trainonly I could hear. I reach for a wordand find its outline instead,a shadow where meaning used to stand. Something inside mekeeps loosening its grip—names fall first,then reasons,then the quiet certaintythat I am where I am. Rooms rearrange themselveswhen I’m not looking.Time folds oddly,like a map read … Continue reading Poem: Slipping Away

When did the world stop caring—was it loud, or was it slow?Did it shatter like a warning,or fade too soft to notice so? Was it buried in the headlines,numbers scrolling, faces blurred?Did we trade our sense of wonderfor the safety of a word? Maybe it slipped out in silencebetween “I’m fine” and “I don’t know,”in … Continue reading Poem: When Did the World Stop