Messy desk bringing joy
At every glance, inspires
Max poetry vibes

Messy desk bringing joy
At every glance, inspires
Max poetry vibes

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be adding poetry to this site that I wrote before I was brave enough to call myself a poet. Some poems may even come with basic doodles and illustrations. It has taken me a while to find my poet voice but it has been an overall fun experience. I like looking back to see how my work has evolve. This poem seemed like a fitting introduction to this project:
The vines of life
always cross
but never do they seem
to get lost
one way and
then the other
never stopping
or losing their direction
but always seeking,
going
until
they
find
their place
Petals dropping and
Dormancy setting in, ‘cause
Girl it’s a cycle
Peace, P.E.A.C.E how do we spell peace? How do we say peace? when we have never known it when we know more about war, war with ourselves, war with each other, war with those who we have never known…
Source: P.E.A.C.E
Moon Goddess calls to me at night Helping me understand the Misrealities that I most release Into the lighted sky Moon Goddess calls to me Freeing me to dream of Realities to come…
Source: Moon Goddess