What is with the gushing stream— that I begin to hear the cold cries of those winter dreams? What is with the wood fire— that I begin to feel the warmth of those late summer skies?
Dark clouds start to cover up the sky, So is my what, how and why. Heart falling in disdain, Staggering gasps of deep pain. Words stumble over and over again, Leaving my soul distressed, tired and broken. Strength has also made its way out, And I could already hear my fall like a shout.… Continue reading Yours
Words dancing in my head Pleading for me to lay it on its bed Waiting for the clock to tick its last Inviting my hands to have a letter blast Tempting me to never stop Like the chocolate syrup dripping from the ice cream top It's whispering "hey get your sword." "Be quick and… Continue reading Writer’s Struggle
Yes and then no, Stop and then go, Here and then there, Black and then fair. Stay and then leave, Die and then live, Close and then open, Zero and then ten. You turn me clockwise, And then dance me counterclockwise, Bittersweet it is, Always the combination of the opposites.
You came a long time ago, But separate ways, we have to go Didn’t even held your hands Fell my knees into the sand Every day grew like forever Sweet wine turned bitter Waiting isn’t clever, i thought But it’s always you I sought I have turned to the left and to the right Challenged… Continue Reading →