As hurried as wandering clouds, They grwe befor my noticing. Once, they clung to my arm for balance, Setting their tiny footsteps to the rhythm of min...Read more
I felt too cold tonight, and I was drained, no more tears left to cry. I was sober, yet somehow felt so high. Every cut was deep, but I felt no pain...Read more
Whispers in the mind, Drifting like leaves in autumn, Each thought a fragile echo A flicker of light In a quiet of dawn. They rise and fall, Like wa...Read more
The poet bleeds on the paper, The father reads the newspaper, The mother cooks the dinner, Their children have a fever. The poet writes a goodbye let...Read more
You asked if I'm sad!? So what if I am,? Does that thing do any matter, After I begged not to make the heart bleed!
Summer, winter , spring They gave their entry and exit. The girl still came , either wearing her school dress, Or her winter heavy coats, But she nev...Read more
"Ugly girl," they'd all say and laugh Little did they know that it'd break me in half A laughing stock I'd always been Them failing to see the be...Read more
"All houses are dark until the mother wakes up" —Kahlil Gibran For today's writing challenge, compose a piece of prose or poetry using the...Read more
In the street, beneath the cold tin roof where i sleep Sound of leaves, falling. #ku
Every sunset, I feel sorry for the sun, replaced too quickly by the moon. The moon glows with borrowed light, yet the world gives it praise. Still, ...Read more
Why do I become tone-deaf to my own imagination? And a lighthouse to guide their wings forward. I sit back and wonder what would work for me? Implo...Read more