I made a friend; she was on the verge of bloom, then she got taken up by a big purple balloon. It carried on further than the sky. I only turned away ...Read more

I almost wrote my obituary in rhyme called it my first poem about suicide, maybe my last poem of all time The thought felt clean...like erasing pain w...Read more

She drenched herself not in rain But in tears,in pain and in vain Behind her lies her veil And in front she could see the whole tale Flipping the ...Read more

" We used to be close but fate didn't let us" "You didn't have time while I wrote letters" "Staring at you from a distance made me ...Read more

Success is just the start, Which many think is the end of the heart Thinking joy comes fulfilled and complete Setbacks and failures, people try to ...Read more

Death, my distant lover— loves me, cannot have me. Yearns but cannot reach, wants me like an alcoholic aching for one sip, forever relapsing. It look...Read more

Imagine a world consumed by despair, Where strength is measured by the weak they impair, Yet in their supposed might, they can't face their own fears,...Read more

The traveler weeps and weeps, Until it can't resist, The temptation to give in To the voices, And develops a disease.