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Teenage Flirting; awkward, but timeless

November 10, 2020

It manifests itself. in the rush to get out of class, just so I could pass him in the halls. in that small lean, so you’re resting a head on their shoulder, even if it’s a little uncomfortable.    It’s...

The Cook

The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
November 1, 2020

That cook who tried to kill the Queen That man who took a stand Who played his last ever hand He let the Queen breathe on As he stopped for her   That cook, that cook Selfish...

Unappreciated

The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
October 6, 2020

The time for tales is once again near. Let all who listen gather here So I can tell of the royal White Queen And the greatest of horrors that my own eyes have seen.   It all began one...

As Hearts Beat

October 6, 2020

Thump… Thump… Thump…   Each section of the highway that passes You feel a  Thump… Thump… Thump..   Every mile Every hour Every nap Every song   Each...

Bluejay

October 6, 2020

Little birdy, little birdy Open up those wings Fly away from this ugly place And get away from me   Little birdy, little birdy How are you so sweet? Caring, kind, and holding You...

Extra Red Wine

The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
March 10, 2020

Wine and Cyanide Poured into a glass The cook had made a plan   She’d kill the queen And steal the jewels For the maiden needed fame   Her heart depended on this dear...

The Maiden

The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
February 11, 2020

Dressed in a black satin dress Her hair is almost always a mess She’s cunning and divine   Her lips bright red Against her will For natural is more her style   She danced and...

Bon Appetit

The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
January 28, 2020

The cook serves food To one and all Who venture through the castle   One fateful night Came through a maiden Who did not leave her sight   The cook was drawn  Right...

The Tale Of The White Queen

The White Queen: A Poetry Collection
January 21, 2020

The White Queen sits on her bright golden throne, Over the kingdom she calls her own. Let the people come and all the bells ring For it is time for me to tell about when I was king.   We...

Pretty Eyes

January 8, 2020

Sunday afternoons, Will always be our time Before heartbreak, before pain  Long before our comfort is disturbed.   Where we’ll drift off during movies In the dark evenings of...

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