Poetry

Merely a Muse My writings are mine in a place thats inside of me That wishes to linger in the only place I was ever free I’ve lived the life of servitude never begrudgingly The quill of my heart is exactly what it needs to be the home that lives…

Addicted to the Hurt I said I was I said I was cursedwith loving the worstkind of man, yes it hurts,still, I cling to this curse. As it quenches my thirstI can dance in the wordson the moon, while it burstsout its light, on this curse. by Rachelle Sharlene

I find myself in the poetry, in the breeze, on the sea, in the floetry.

Lost Hearts of the Sand My fantasies lieIn the grains of sandLeaving you in wantAs they fall from your handsWhere the air is vastGolden hills for milesWhere secrets lay hiddenIn the curves of its smileAnd the ripples made newWith the gentlest breezeBurying them deeperScorching with easeRefined by the fireOf the…