e4 Your procession begins again With grandeur and pomp in your hands. "Audentes Fortuna iuvat," You tried to help me understand, g5 But my response i...Read more
And one day, blood flowed from her ears She found nobody amiable enough to share her fears. Did they wear out or Did she, herself, rip them off, She...Read more
What is the poem? A flock of words Those fly from the civil wars To the palace of romance From the lullaby of mothers To the requiem of broken men Fr...Read more
The ghost that shoots me up holds me like a fairytale. He paid off my patron saint and my heart tipped the scale. This is not a confession about dope...Read more
Observe. I have never been a logical person. I feel before I think picking at old wounds, pulling at loose threads. But I am always watching myself do...Read more
She stands where streetlights flicker thin, Where night lets quieter horrors in, A silhouette in fractured weeks The girl who never, ever speaks. No ...Read more
Somewhere, running parallel to the one you are in, is a version of your life that is more honest, more alive, more fully yours. You catch glimpse of i...Read more
I and imperial blue When we get together We both don't have any clue Just swim in music at midnight Till realism skips my sight. Sometimes in summe...Read more
When life seems all hopeless still don't loose all scope of hope For there's this thing dangling in the air, Reach out for God's sturdy rope. For h...Read more
Ah, to this land of the monsoon, where unrelenting sunny spells reign Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical warm boon. Where bullock carts, stra...Read more
There is this boy, He is always so nice He is the boy I wanna go with and hike But he's so special, not like me He's pretty from head to knee He wea...Read more
final incentives.... the sun light up, to show God's presence, omnipresent so to say that I accept thee into heaven, I'm not too into religion to add...Read more
You are my best friend — but that word feels too small for what you are to me. You are the owner of my soul, because your soul and mine were never two...Read more
Ivory is my skin, a seed sprouting and breathing on the island of Java— where people root in tradition, and courtesy blooms before ambition. They cal...Read more
I have always been a maybe even to those I called my certainty. A passing thought, a name written in pencil, easy to erase when seasons change. To t...Read more
The orange rested in my hands Like a treasure I would open. So soft, must be sweet too. The sunlight reflects through the leaves.. A welcome for the o...Read more
I know I’ve failed — in more ways than one, But must you remind me each time I’m undone? I know I stumble, I lose, I fall, But please don’t make the w...Read more
I wish I wasn't a slave to nostalgia, It hurts to be the one that Remembers...
I swore I’d never wear his face, The anger sharp, the bitter trace. Swore I’d never raise my voice, That silence would be my kinder choice. But storm...Read more