I didn’t start writing because I had the perfect words. I started writing because I was drowning in the words I couldn’t say out loud. I’ve been thro...Read more
Graddy

Bleeding ink from a healing soul, I write what hearts whisper. Check my Instagram page : thewordsmith_graddy
First Post
It's fine. It was me. It is fine . It's not you. Thinking in deep. Where you live. Not here... It's fine. It's over anyway. Left in those boxes. Cre...Read more
Mama, slow down—my legs are too small, Mama, I’m not small—stop ruffling my hair, It’s messy now, and I pretend not to care. You laugh and say, “You...Read more
We write, we bleed, Of things we dare not feel. We hope, we yearn, Yet silence is all we earn. Must a bird only reach the sky, Before we shall say i...Read more
In a world forgotten by peace Of peace forgotten by the world Of a balance so long shifted Where compassion has long died Where options only come in ...Read more
In the soil of the eyes of the well lies a water in the form of a red bell tender to the voices of distraction It's easy to anger a house without ...Read more
They say it was the silk of her dress, the curve of her skin beneath moonlight’s caress. The sway of her hips, the way that she laughed, as if joy wer...Read more
A trust, a bond, now turned to dust, A darkened sky, a bitter gust. The heart, once open, warm, and free, Now wears a shell for all to see. A smile...Read more