Poems by Arcadia Maria

I wash my hands frequently every day fighting off viruses lurking on surfaces   they love him dearly but his addiction broke them, so they w...

in grade school I cut out hearts from construction paper   in junior high I wrote band names on book covers surrounded by hearts   in high s...

cries and tears fill the air carried across continents the stars burn as midnight spreads her cloak again - Written for  Twiglet #240 - the ...

she stands under the sun watching blue waves crashing against rocks ocean breeze tickles her nostrils as seagulls hawk above her head   she ...

I wish everyday felt like Sunday that lazy, chill feeling of having no worries or cares   but Sundays only come once a week so we must cheri...

the streams of words that flow through my mind usually never reach my lips I sit wanting to tell you all that lies inside my head then I lea...

I only hope  the last word I speak  is filled with love and not regret - Written for  Twiglet#236 - the last word