A Fresh Start?

Hi. This is my first real post here. I’m an extremely shy person who I suck at introductions Oh what the hell. I really do suck. At everything. Life, studies, small talks, introductions, and so on. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve to be alive. I mean, it’s “survival of the best“, not the worst,…

Her words in their worlds

She wore black But she had the most colorful mind She was a love poem written an hour before midnight in the darkness of the hour when sleep was far away but not too far away. They took away the light that resided inside of her and left her only with her words of melancholy…

This is not a Love Poem

Dreams have the power to heal,  Whether they evoke love, freedom, fear, or guilt.  But the sour dose of reality wrecks the sack,  Which then lay scattered on a dark, dreary cliff.  The beauty in pain  Is that somewhere hidden, there is a revival of joy.  And when the storm comes back,  With the blackest clouds, the fiercest waves,…

Hidden Under The Moonlight

I could see you  Hidden under the moonlight  Yet so blazing, and blinding,  And transcendentally bright.  You walk past me  With that carefree vibe,  Casting light to my world  How could I be so naïve  To have fallen for you when  You’re betrothed to a darkness inside?  You’ve left my heart and soul in a tug of war,  Tangled and twined.  I…

Your Smile

Your smile;  I tried to picture it  When you weren’t around  To show off your white perfectly aligned teeth.  I do not fail, oh no;  You come in my dreams every day,  I have come to memorize it  I have a sharp memory anyway.  Maybe someday  We’ll lock our orbs in a pastel trance. My…