Writing

I remember that night; the night before I caught myself into the mess I got caught into today. I was lying on my bed, staring at the top of ..

When you're in great grief, there's no solution to it rather than crying sorrowfully and the desperation for death.

It's easy to tell a lie.

Total stress from life's challenges made me long for simpler times

I could picture your toes swirling about the atmosphere, You’re as free as a bird, and I wonder why you have no wings, You're free to break ..

After a bittersweet end to a romance, all I can think about is how you're everywhere.

A poem about the War, and people who should be known worldwide, and treated with respect, but are not.

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