“I get lonely sometimes. No, I get lonely most times. No, No, I am just lonely” -Solomon- We’re told that it’s the words we proclaim that build us or break us. Well, I know there is some truth to that. But sometimes, words simply can’t break us any further. Instead, those meant to break us… Read More Lone Wolf
I say sorry for just being who I am.
And for loving you too soon, still I say sorry.
Only it hurts to apologize for simply being me.… Read More Apologies
Lost within self. Within this myriad of emotions. Drowning in the cold ocean. Where clear waters reflect the blue sky. Only, this sky is dark. A mixture of wild beasts and angels. A beautiful grey and black. A painful passion. So hold these hands. Rescue me from this pain. Before I fall never to come… Read More LOST
I walked in straight lines. My feet carefully marking the street pavements. I then walked in diagonals Carefully marking the blocks with my sole. I walked with my face down Painfully acknowledging the pain and shame within. I walked with these demons, And they feasted on my failure. It was at this point that I… Read More On my way back home…
Heads turn in disgust, while eyes mock my presence. And hearts, they build these walls. Walls I shall climb for eternity, never getting in. The plague that I am, Hurts me, but above all those I care about the most Even before we meet. The plague that I am, The curse that I bear Will… Read More THE PLAGUE
So have a goodnight Princess
And be sure that when you wake,
I’ll be right here with the rising sun and morning star
To wish you the most perfect of mornings.
And congratulate you for simply being you.
So men have accepted their truths
That they will always remain strangers in the eyes of another.
For strangers deserve nothing but hate and rejection
And strangers they shall remain till the end of time… Read More STRANGER
First and foremost, thank you for checking in here. It really means alot. (Its a tough industry to thrive in). Secondly, I wanted to make this announcement. I recently started experimenting with poetry (I am no professional writer so bare with me) and text that confronts how I feel. I have this crazy idea in… Read More What Writing has taught me about mental health.
‘Of blue eyes and tender skin’, An innocence that puts my demons to sleep. Demons that keep me up all night. Of rosy lips and silky hair, Eyes that manifest my every fear, Fear that eats up my lost broken soul. Of GRACEFUL nature and NOBLE character, Beauty that awakens my deepest desires. Desires… Read More A Thousand Light Years
I remain in the darkness, in a vacuum, an empty deserted void. Just me and my quiver full of arrows. Arrows that punctured my every self.… Read More For I wake up, only to die again
