Don’t call. Not because I’m mad but because I finally found peace in the silence you gave me first. Ignore this. Just like you ignore the way I memo...Read more
It's been years since I last met you It's been months since I talked to you But it's just been minutes since I thought of you I saw lavender, your ...Read more
They say poetry saves. But no one asks who walked through how many storms to finally sit in silence and feel a stranger's words like they were written...Read more
Life is peaceful with art. It makes me a child again. I laugh, sob, and argue with art. I love my books. I love my watchlist. I love visiting booksto...Read more
Creativity flourishes in art, Letting feelings, expressions and words you can't express — slowly spill out on canvas. Being creative is a wonder, a ...Read more
What is life exactly? Life is merely living every day addicted to something that is ultimately killing you... Contrary to what most people may think,...Read more
I didn’t know I liked blood until I saw it running down the knife. I cut myself—not deep, just enough to bleed. I watched it slowly drip, and I couldn...Read more
They told me to leave you That your fire burns, not warms. But how do I walk away, When every wound you give feels like home? You kiss like punishmen...Read more
If a wild hound ripped you to shreds, Teared your soft skin, Thick crimson dripping off your body. Tap, tap as it hits the ground, The hound is viciou...Read more
I love you. But not like before. My heart aches for you. Our worlds too far apart To see the imaginary love we give and receive. Why'd the ropes b...Read more
I fell asleep on my arm. A poking sensation, But in my head. An urge to be happy Runs around. I follow it... I want to be happy, To be in control... ...Read more
Have you ever felt it? That aching feeling that you're only living because dying takes time? That you're not really waiting for something beautiful, j...Read more
In English, we say: "You didn't let me follow my dream" But in poetry, we say: " Very young, you cut my wings, Made me walk like others... Now...Read more
But in poetry we say: It does not matter whether you understand me or not. Not that I need to understand from you, who I am. The stand point of view...Read more
