From the depths of my soul, through the ink of my pen,
Every verse, every rhyme, every poetic gem,
Flowed from my heart to this page you now see,
A tapestry of words, woven solely by me.
The Silent Pool
The summer sun beat down on the Johnsons' backyard, casting shimmering diamonds on the inviting pool. Laughter, as...
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The chemo cocktail churns, a metallic serpent coiling in my gut, its venom rising, a bitter tide. The sterile air, a canvas for the sympho... -
It was only 5 years after we found a lump in her breast. She was a laboratory technologist in the hospital lab at the time and our medical ... -
The 28th United Nations Climate Change Conference (COP28), held in Dubai in November 2023, faced numerous challenges and concerns, raising... -
Let me take you on a magic carpet ride No silken carpet, stitched by hands unknown, But woven moonlight on a phoenix's down. With whisp... -
While carbon dioxide (CO2) often dominates the conversation about climate change, it's crucial to recognize that the issue extends far... -
Our bodies hum to a hidden melody, a rhythmic tune called the circadian clock. Like a silent conductor, it orchestrates a complex symphony... -
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The Saudi Aramco Oil Corporation is advertising that they are working on alternative energy sources but Aramco's advertising about their... -
Upon the pane, a fleeting trace, Words penned with breath, a misty embrace, Like memories etched, they softly fade, Ephemeral whispers, s... -
'Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except for me, Fumbling with wrenches, feeli...
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