Poem writer and sometimes a short story writer, I love expressing my feelings and thoughts. Whether my poems are written about deep feelings of loss, or the bright light of pure happiness, poem writing has always been a part of my life.
Poem writer and sometimes a short story writer, I love expressing my feelings and thoughts. Whether my poems are written about deep feelings of loss, or the bright light of pure happiness, poem writing has always been a part of my life.
A pennyless man can’t buy me the world
Nor can a rich one
Only stories of gold
Can save me
A thoughtful man can’t buy me piece of mind
Nor can an ignorant one
Only gifts from the Heavens
Can save me
A helpful man can’t save the whole world
Nor can a helpless one
Only a fool so blind
Can save me
A living man can’t keep me alive
Nor can a dead one
Only a grave so bleak
Can save me
So if no other...
The blood red rose
With its bloody hue
Scared the daylights out of you
When they sat in the middle of the table that night
Where did they go
When they withered up dry?
Why did you leave me
Just to lay there and cry
Every rose reminds me of you
About everything we went through
Teaches me that love is a rose
It will wither and die too
You may have gotten over it
But I think of you like those litt...
Dreams are a crazy place
They are the place where anything is possible
You don’t have to believe in the real world
You just have to fall asleep
When you wake up to the blaring alarm
You wish to be back in your joyful bliss
With endless possibilities
It was becoming so real
But when the dream world you once knew
Comes crashing down
Where do you go
You find that you can’t sleep no more
All the tr...
If I had deep roots
That wouldn’t snap in the heaviest of earthquakes
I would be stronger than I am right now
The intense pain and loss and sorrow would be kept at bay
Oh, if only I could sway
If I were one of those palm trees, just blowin’ in the wind
I could believe in myself
And survive the heaviest of hurricanes
I would cry sometimes when I was in pain
But I could be able to get over it, if o...
Ten million people running round
All of them in their own mind
Some quite chatty, while some make not a sound
Days go by faster, you’ll find
People follow the crowd
And the crowd follows you
The racket can get quite loud
Oh, that’s quite true
But no matter where you are
Are there’s always something to do
If you’re running late, jump into that taxi car
Don’t mind the constant rush, too
Because t...
I had never meant to hurt anyone. I had just been helping a city dying from the Black plague. Little did I know I was spreading the disease faster than wildfire. instead of saving people, I was killing them.
I long line arrived my hut in the forest every morning, all of them waiting to be healed. I had found out days ago from another of my kind. I had tried to ignore the shouting and the rapping ...
Funny was it how the night before
The world was turning with the light of the sun
At night there was light too, no stories of lore
Then the sun disappeared and darkness begun
On that fateful day
It was not quite the same
No one was used to the dark
And people would look out their window pane
To see shadows of bats and meadowlark
They were not afraid in any way
Then click! In went the stars
The w...
Our small white mini van drove with the sound of a drum. Every second we wasted was to kill time. At least that’s what we had said. But after diving from a bustling city of San Francisco to a rural countryside in the middle of nowhere, even Mama, the most optimistic person I had known, was starting to have her doubts.
Abby had been staring out the window for nearly an hour so I had a feeling she ...
Is the end near
Is it all over
Is it all quite clear that
There’s black in new November
Where the sun has never shone
Have the heavens opened this morning
Have all the lamps gone out
Have woman and men began their mourning
And children began to cry and shout
Please tell your kids, “get off your phone”
Don’t we all ignore the signs
Don’t we all want to curl in a ball
How we all want to drink cham...
His life and hope had gone dark
He had no one who cared
He was the first one that I knew
His life had gone swimming stormy seas
He was on a boat, waiting for it to sink
A piece of a thousand puzzle piece
Was not in sight, like emtiness and dispair
She fled like she was a ghost
She didn’t have a clue
How short her life would be
My life was on the line
She stood and watched from afar
I was there t...