Drowning In Your Sleep
I wrote this poem in a moment of darkness, sadness and cold anger eating away at my soul. I wanted to scream and shout while writing it, but in the end, all I could do was put down those words – daggers in the night.
Pain Doesn’t Hurt
Does pain actually hurt? Physically, mentally, or just a trick of our imagination; broken dreams or fitful sleep?
September Story
How blue and lovely the sky is on this day I won’t forget like rose petals I will cherish desires, wishes I shall regret. Hearing the waves beneath the…
Real Illusions For Free
Can life be death? Can love be hatred? Can illusions be real? In this smart poem, mayhap you will find out the answers… mayhap you won’t.
Empty World
Can anything be beautiful when you are facing the sunrise and the sunset alone? Is the winter cold or warm? The summer breeze cool or freezing? Does it matter in an empty world?
My Story Unheard
The faster I try to run the slower my legs are, masks are making fun, all the land is on red fire. My heart beats and thumps and my…
No One There For Me
An old poem I decided to relive. It still speaks to me as if I wrote it today, sitting on the grass, leaning against a wise and old oak tree. Hope it speaks to you as well. To us, who keep on waiting for someone to come.
Night Translucent and Vibrating
Looking out the window, listening to the sounds and noises of the city, dreaming, seeing, feeling, missing are the things I like to do. Especially if it’s on a late-summer night when summer’s kissing goodbye and autumn knocks on the door. And busy, busy is the winter cold and snowy, wishing to cover all that lived and hoped with a mantle of white, impenetrable blanket, suffocating life.
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