The Ramblings of Rheana Cherie

​ I’ve never felt a pain quite like this before.  I don’t even know if you could term it as easy as pain.  It’s an ultra-concentrated feelin...

​ You’re the calm autumn wind, The one that chills my feverish skin, You’re the perfume of wood stove fires, Of fresh coffee on to brew, You...

 (Response poem to Billy Collins Morning pp. 31) Alas, you love mornings more than the night,  I understand, but I must implore you to...

With sweet sorrow, I stroll, Between these mystifying footpaths, Her countenance is gentle as she leads, Me through a hall of emotive con...

  Through the thick and the thin, through far and wide, Through the years and years, I’ve suffered and withdrew with, The sorrow of depres...

   My fears in dark masks appear,   As visions, they sway a dance most obscure,   They flit through my psyche,   A galvanized mirror, ...

  Like the wind, I’m not carefree,  An ever-changing breeze, I may seem, Yet maybe a hurricane, Oh what a cliché,  Whatever I am, I am anywa...

Submitted for my Creative writing class: I long not to be likened to a flower,  A cacti I strive to be, Cruelly misunderstood in my affect...

Like a rose, Pain may be, Its petals the flesh, Her thorns a cutting-edge, When all should be present, Her color shall deplete, In formi...