The Silent Anchor

They do not hurry to the sky,
but stretch in slow, deliberate lines,
drinking the sun with emerald tongues
and knitting earth with wooden vines.

A willow weeps in silver lace,
the oak stands guard in iron grey;
they hold the secrets of the wind
and catch the gold of dying day.

While we are restless, fast, and loud,
they stand in rooted, calm decree—
to teach us how to touch the clouds
while staying grounded as a tree.

A knot that holds but doesn’t bind,

A steady hand, a quiet mind.
The person who, when shadows fall,
Is simply there, through it all.

It’s laughter shared at nothing much,
A heavy heart with a lighter touch.
Not just the sun on a perfect day,
But the one who stays when the sky is gray.

No need for masks or polished words,
Just a song that’s finally heard.
Two different lives, a single thread—
The things felt most, and least often said.

The First Light

The stars retract their silver threads,
As shadows slip from garden beds.
A single bird, a golden note,
Spills music from a tiny throat.

The dew still clings to clover leaves,
While wind hums low beneath the eaves.
The world is wide, the air is new—
A blank, white page for me and you.

Ghost from Eternity

Sacred Magic Universe

Poison the Star Sisters

So When She Puts the Sky Away

She Lives Long

A BUGS LIFE

Bug Brilliant Belly

Can throb like Trees

All Born Blush And Sacred

Which Opens Flowers

To Embrace The Dirt

SEASON FEEL

A Seasons Rain

Fresh and Warm

Summer Garden Full Of Fruit

Feeling Dawn With Shine Of The Sun

Earths Roots Growing

Light doesn’t just fall — it remembers.

It slips through leaves,
rests on faces,
lingers in the quiet corners of ordinary days
waiting to be noticed.

A camera is not a machine,
it is a question:
What matters enough
to hold still for a second?

Shadows stretch like secrets,
highlights whisper truth,
and somewhere between the two
a story breathes.

You frame not what you see,
but what you feel—
the tremble of a laugh,
the weight of a goodbye,
the stillness before something changes.

Each click steals nothing.
It saves.

A fraction of time,
a shard of light,
a heartbeat that would have vanished
had you not said:
Stay.

making everything look a little better and better.

It shines on everyday things and makes them feel important.

Even when it fades,

it leaves behind a feeling that it will return again.

A world unseen, a place to gaze.

It whispers tales of things unknown,
A secret road, all on its own.

It can lift you when you’re feeling down,
A smile that spreads all around town.
It’s something that we all can do,
A way to feel both light and new.

Whether it’s silly or comes from joy,
Laughter’s a thing no one can destroy.
So when life gets tough or things get hard,
Just laugh a little—it's not that far!

The ocean hums in turquoise rhythm,
rolling stories onto the shore,
then pulling them back
before they can be fully understood.

Far off, a few souls sit like punctuation
small pauses in the sentence of the day,
watching the sun spill silence
across the water’s edge.

And the sky so vast, so unapologetically blue
leans into everything,
as if reminding the earth
to let go, just a little.

Over stone and story
it folds itself forward,
a quiet insistence
that nothing truly stays.

Clouds hang low like unspoken thoughts,
heavy with something they won’t release,
while the trees lean inward, listening
keepers of a language older than rain.

The ground is soft with yesterday’s footsteps,
mud holding the shape of passing moments,
each puddle a small, trembling mirror
that refuses to keep what it shows.

And here, at the edge of motion and stillness,
the world feels unfinished
like a sentence paused mid-breath,
waiting for someone
to understand it.

Tires remember every turn
each reckless laugh,
each sudden slide
through earth softened by rain.

Beyond them, the hills breathe slow,
green folding into green,
as if the land itself
is watching, patient and unbothered.

A puddle holds the sky in fragments,
clouds broken into something closer,
something you could almost touch
if you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty.

And for a moment, everything waits
machines, mountains, and memory
balanced between motion and stillness,
where silence hums
like a promise of the next ride.

shining bright,

Happy glow ,

Full of light.

Quiet mind,

Just sitting,

Feeling fine.

bold and true,

eyes show the real you.

Then a smile soft and bright,

turning darkness into light.

skin smooth and glowing

the gorgeous symphony

My Women

besides her a girl with eyes down focused like silence is a place she chooses to stay in TWO ENERGIES IN THE SAME FRAME

Who is a rose among the thorns

Garden beauty

Strong and soft

Within her heart

The Protector

dazzling eyes

she is joy

heart like candy

whilst he looks underneath

Filled with guilt

He thinks to quit Petals begin to wilt

But, he needs to find his wit

But never beating the rest

Having a curse

To never become first

Never winning the ucl

Always losing to the bell

Crying losing to inter

Having a curse the always acure

she is smart

she was like art

Having no care

Having small feet

A life that couldn’t be beat

I wish I can be a bird

Due to life being so blurred

Birds stick together with their feather

Flouring in the sky

I wish I could fly

slowly swallows the frame

red light

slowly leaves the frame

No colors left to hide the view,
Just light and dark, sharp and true.

Shadows stretch across the velvet red
While light pours through the glass
Reminding us of words unsaid
As quiet moments slowly pass

The table waits for wine and cheese
Empty glasses catch the day
Showing us that hope is near
Though the crowds have gone away

Flowers represent many things

To some it might be death, celebration or love

There beautiful and meaningful

Flowers can just be just because or have purpose

In this case flowers represent the moon the sun and everything under it

all boy,

long hair,

nice chain

Quiet mind,

Just sitting,

Feeling fine.

bold and true,

eyes show the real you.

Then a smile soft and bright,

turning darkness into light.

Shining bright,

Happy glow,

Full of light.

none are chose,

red rum,

looking like a red rose

u look cute,

take off your mask daniel,

can you hear me,

am i on mute?

a moment caught between breaths, thoughts resting gently on thr edge of a smile

looking like the sun,

im a senior ,

so this summer,

im going to have fun

Beneath the light< where dreams reside.

A whisper word, a knowing glance, Together life interacted dance.

Beneath the blocky pink arcade glow,

Cherry petals rain in eight-bit snow.

A sidewalk quest through spring’s low-res dream,

Where vans and fences stand in pixel steam.

One step forward—level up the scene,

Eternal spring in this 8-bit green.

over the city,

Im all about the fun ,

so come get with me

loud,

Heart and hustle make you proud.

Deep in the gardens dark brown mud.

It opens wide to drink the light,

With red petals soft and bright.

But watch out for the thorns below,

That guard the flower as it grows.

Beauty always has a sting,

The sweetest, yet sharpest thing.

He stands where stories breathe and shelves confess,

A shadow woven deep in ink and oak.

Dreadlocks like midnight rivers, quiet, blessed,

With secrets only silent pages spoke.

The books are waking—glowing soft and gold,

Their spirits rise in whispers made of light.

He listens, hands in pockets, calm and bold,

The quiet guardian of the endless night.

No sword, no crown, just presence deep and true,

A living verse among the written choir.

In this cathedral built of thought anew,

He holds the flame that never shall expire.

away,

New life wakes with longer days.

Blue sky in the back

Blooming in the air

By the sky.

speak,

A frozen world in one small click.

All roses with colors in them

To be given to a loved one

Super pretty

Flowers have different species

They come in different colors

They come in different shapes

They come in different sizes

But all flowers are beautiful in there own way just like people

People are beautiful no matter what just like flowers whether there dead or alives

Once never in-visioned the thought of being friends with you, now seeing each other as brotherly souls.

We laugh, we talk, we play, we argue, a bond so strong. Through thick and thin, a helping hand.

Our secrets safe beneath the trust, my best friend, my hidden bro.

From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.

As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light. Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.

There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name.

Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

As there is no time to relax as the city's dreams are being chased by yellow taxis in crowded roads pass.

People chuckle while the music plays. Days that are sunny and cloudy.

Every street filled with different personalities, and street foods smelling delicious.

New York, A sturdy and audacious concrete jungle, filled with untold tales.

From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.

As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light.

Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.

There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name. Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

(I ACCIDENTALLY PUT THE WRONG PICTURE FOR THE POEM FOR THE OTHER POEM)

As there is no time to relax as the city's dreams are being chased by yellow taxis in crowded roads pass.

People chuckle while the music plays. Days that are sunny and cloudy.

Every street filled with different personalities, and street foods smelling delicious.

New York, A sturdy and audacious concrete jungle, filled with untold tales.

From cone to cone, shot for shot A suspenseful tryout end, hopeful dreams.

As the coach announces, a paper is held tight, calling out names in the fading light. Heartbeat pounding at the speed of light, waiting to hear if he'd overcome it.

There goes the faint sound of the coach calling his name.

Relief travels through his body as his hard work and dreams shine through.

(I ACCIDENTALLY PUT THE WRONG PICTURE FOR THE POEM FOR THE OTHER POEM)

A glow that flickers, soft and bright,

Shadows dance without a sound,

Holding still the shape of light.

Windows stacked beneath a quiet sky,

The world tilts softly in your hands,

As moments pass but never fully die.

A silver moon peaks through the gradient sky.

Yet another day awaits for a city of hustlers

The calm silent air fills my heart.

unfolding slow in sunny sight.

Like seniors now,

ready to bloom facing the world,

escaping the room.

they both can be,
Wild and calm.

Peace is kind of like that too,
Simple, quiet, nothing new.

The stars looked down through the midnight blue, Hearing the wishes nobody knew. And though he smiled through every day, A thousand thoughts still pulled away

The sunlight caught her laugh as he stood there full of pride.

For once, his heart felt light instead of lost in thought, Because the love of his life was everything he always sought.

And in that moment, happiness was all he felt.