I have written a few posts on writing in my life. Some of them I even published. For the most part, they all are rather appreciating towards the art of writing words down.

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.

It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society. 8221; Leaning back she put her feet on the table crossed at the ankles and lit another cigarette triumphantly and proud. I saw that circle along time ago,.

Merely Inspired Inspire purpose, encourage discovery, and support in the pursuit of dreams. Inspire purpose, encourage discovery, and support in the pursuit of dreams. Anyway, that would explain the consistent absence of content. Did I mention how awesome you are? May 28, 2015.

The last night we spent together was dressed in black velvet with sequins in the shapes of stars. You pretended to know your way around the sky and I played along. There were so many of them, some glowing a faint barely visible light and some burning bright. We belonged under the stars where the sky was our only limit. If anyone could see me now and.

It was never your love that I needed,. My own selfish piece of comfort. I wish I could say that I was caught up. In a fairy tale whirlwind to. I had hoped for more. Had a blast of a time for Eid. Ran for Eid prayers almost getting lost a.