#English

Am I Really A Poet?

Am I really a poet? With the way I play with word, Pick them up just to leave them Never committing with the verse. Might I use words...

I yearn and wonder, allow my heart to ponder. A thought for my mind, just to guard inside. Cages and walls all is surrounded, the dark...

There are flowers in the attic, there are weeds in the backyard. We try to clean up missconceptions, but we don't know where to start. We...

Some people really make me think about things beyond fixing scars that run so deep, that there aren't enough sorry's to fix them. Bullet...

Since when did your tongue hold a gun? Was it darts at first or just rocks? Since when is your aim so accurate so deadly? Since when have...

Because I see galaxies in your eyes stars, satelites and plantes. In your creases and veins, I see the roads to the unknown. In your lips...

I'm thinking, Thinking about your silence and then the cluster of noise in my head. I think of the ocean and then think of you instead....

I'm young, still I wish I were wilder and freer.

Fan of coffee and tea, dogs and cats, chocolate cake and cheesecake.

Uncontrolable bookworm and aspiring writer.

I write my thruth, honesty is my policy, here I will share my own work (poems, short stories, anecdotes, etc.) and will share other people's work.

If that is not enough, take a trip around my blog.