At the end of the day, we’re just stories seeking narrations. A whispered sonnet: poetry in motion, looking for our perfect rhyme or piece. Will you be my final chapter? or will it only be me chasing? Will your face grace the cover of all my editions? Are you my plot twist or my cliff-hanger? It’s okay, I can write my own happily ever afterπ
-
A broken society tells the ladies, That’s it’s okay to be a tomboy, Just not too masculine, When they look rough around the edges, they need...
-
Your eyes, I see them shift, and my mind starts to drift, “Where are they wandering?” I asked, I’m wondering, Struggling to understand, ... -
Faith perplexed me for almost my teenage life, but it is something that everyone has though few uses for personal growth, too few these days...
-
I saw her there my soul stood in attention for I met a muse, I saw her eyes and I fell down down the event horizon I couldn't get out o...
-
Flowers bloom where she walks, Angels smile when she talks. She is a divine human being and makes me feel like I'm free. She is my o...
-
I write and you will find scraps of me hidden beneath The lines like a child beneath bed sheets. If you search hard enough, you will find ...