People, Things, and Life. Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry. And tear stained eyes? Or is it this world. So that we can take pride. In our victory and prizes,. By the hands of hate,. But are always taken away by fate. Belonging to the world,. Instead of owning our life.

The Elitist and a Proletariat. She was an Elitist, way off my league; I was no match to her. She was outside my comfort zone. The Elitist and a Proletariat.

Searching for meaning and the end? This poem was written by me when I was not in a very stable state of mind so proceed at Ur own risk! If I am okay. Do I cry myself to sleep at night. What I think about sunsets. What message I tell the stars. How I manage on my own. What I feel when I see your picture. Ask me ,please ask me! All posts are written by S unless otherwise stated. Keep reading and happy blogging! Looking at the Moon.

Poem, Stories, Sarcasm and whatever else comes in my mind. Holding on to the pain.

Seeing things from a new Point.