You didn’t fall, you’re just sidetracked. — Life is a mysterious journey, full of wonders and hardships. One of the first experiences you have of this duality is found in the old sweet days when you were just a three feet tall toddler learning how to walk. Between the cheers of your parents, the falls, the cries…

You’re special, unique, smart, and beautiful. Hold on, and dark will become light again. — Life was never meant to be all honey and wine tasting. Sometimes life is as a blister, black chocolate bitter, an acquired taste you have to forge throughout the years. Life is meant to be accepted as it is, for all its smiles and tears. Like the seasons, the winters…

A Ginny & Georgia remake poem. — It feels like Christmas. I’m happy. The air is frisky, the night is busy, and the room is noisy. But in your presence, everything’s a melody. Wait, are you walking toward me? Nothing makes sense. Am I Mister McDreamy, or just incredibly dense? There’s a shiver, electricity in the air…

A not-so-love poem. — Poetry is weird. It transforms us into masters of the pen, writing words so sugar-coated, our surnames should’ve been masters of pain. Take a single poem. I once met a girl. Yes, I said a girl. She was so true to herself, she made me reconnect with the boy in me. To those…

In the right amount. — Fear, by definition, is an unpleasant emotion. It’s a feeling caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous or likely to cause you pain. It’s all about probabilities, what-ifs, and risk management. And ultimately, no one wants to risk his life over something that could have been avoided. …

They say it’s about freedom, I say it’s about space. — Morning comes, the alarm is ringing and he jumps out of bed at the first sound, almost in a hurry. He slept late yesterday but he doesn’t want to go back to his dreams, it’s dark in there. Everyone's in awe at how early he wakes up. They wonder how…

A love poem — You’re the one for whom the sun shines. Wherever you go, gardens grow. Roses, tulips, sunflowers, a color show. No shadows can exist in your presence. In all of God’s creation, You’re the finest piece of art. …

A Poem-Story About The Self — Once upon a time, A boy named Idle was living all alone in the forest of life. During the day, he would start carving wood with his knife. Making little creatures way past nighttime. From the first scrapes, a lot of wood remained. He named the creature “turtle.” She would always walk…

Read them out loud. — My heart is in the right place. I’m not seeking, not lacking, just being. I take love where love is given to me, and I give love where love wants to be received from me. I’m no longer in a competition, even with myself. I’m into cooperation, teamwork, and connection…