Each of these poems is an acrostic ballade.

Acrylics April 2022 Peeking through Endless oasis Cultivated by you Untouched basis Left to the devoted In the land of dreams An idea floated Reach out as it gleams

Acrylics June 2021 Enriched minds No limits to knowledge Left scarred in finds Ideologies to acknowledge Getting brighter was the only way Had they known Time dying by the day Enabled growth leads to stone Nurtured prey Memories slowly passing Embers burning brighter No more absorbing This flame can only lead to fire

Ink Pen / Watercolour Pens / Coloured Pencils February 2021 Peeking down Everything is shifting Resting crown Simply waiting Perfect view Enticing my feet Changing hue The skyscrapers my fleet If only for a minute Veil withdrawn Endless skies would ticket

Ink Pen / Watercolour Pens / Coloured Pencils January 2021 In my mind No sound can breach Memories behind Years left to preach Self-expression confined Healing behind closed door Engrossed in indifference Life will forgive for an encore Left it I accept deliverance

Watercolour / Ink Pen January 2021 Little girl Old as a stray Solitary pearl Trying to find her way In a lonely trail No sound reaching Reddened cheeks turning pale Exigent breathing Desolated girl draped in a white veil

Acrylics May 2021 After looking in the mirror The tears began to form Had she been prettier A fear might not be born Zooming in on her normality A shiver striking her spine Grander status could never change this reality Oh, for her personality runs in a straight line Reaching for a thought An idea became clear Pictures that are caught Have no means to disappear On a film or perhaps a picture Being pixelated was not uncommon It might leave her with stricture At least she will not be forgotten

Acrylics June 2021 Blamed for their sins Youth stood blind A child with clipped wings Salvation in mind Though dismayed Resolve may win the fight In mind they portrayed Nights filled with light Growth comes from the decayed

Acrylics / Charcoal May 2021 Breaths running thin Lights going out Under the weight of my own skin Even dusk won’t hear me shout

Ink Pen April 2021 Born to destroy all in his path Economy was all that mattered Living beings could never do the math Once all we have is left scattered We might understand that we created this wrath