Take a walk inside my mind. Published August 10, 2015. She looked up at the other girls,. Something she could never be,. Something she hoped to be,. They lied, though,. A little plain faced,. Strong on the outside,. Published August 3, 2015. Nights were your make up.

8220;If you gave me a chance I would take it,. Soul is etched with scars that never seem to heal. The mind is a die hard procrastinator,. Persisting to live without name, love or valor. What are you waiting for, some sign? Perplexed and all out of breath.

Musings of love, lies, and life. And it felt like these. Paths were made to cross. Walked alone all this while,. Your hand felt like home,. Your presence warming me up. Like a fireplace fire on a cold December night;. Strewn with thorns and prickles,. And though it was arduous.

A Home Down The Brook Of Words. What I Saw Last Night. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Hey, this blog contains the small things I write. Dripping through shards of serenity. The sun and the moon. Bathing in their own mediocrity,. And wait for their time. The sun, shining sparks of sultry. Is often visualised as hell. The rays of the sun often play a charlatan. Upon the facet of the Earth. Ironically, is a ray of light,. And you thought you were a failure,.

Sorting out my pieces and trying to get them together. My spine has been stroked by many. My pages have been gazed upon multiple times. Frustrated, you keep me aside. You pull at your hair wondering how easily someone else had read me, had understood me.

Who is a mentor? Answers to the 15-year-old me. How to kiss a poet. The Pearl and The Bud. Dear Pain, As I hold my pen to write about you, to write for you, I hear an echo. An echo of my cry across the eight years I have shared this body with you. A sonnet on love! .