. I wanted to worship.I stepped into an experience—fractured, crawling,wounded beneath the music They stood while I sat,their eyes closed in reverence.Mine stayed open. I feared id cry if I closed And then I saw them—white and orange flagsrising,…
It took years to write this story. Each attempt was met with resistance—my hands refused to move, my fingers locked in hesitation, and my heart throbbed with uncomfortable beats. I’d start, then find myself distracted, searching for a glass of…
Meeting you was no coincidence rather unplanned incidence knowing you was diligence minus the manual of evidence with a single spark our story began chapters beautifully woven and slowly a book was taking shape with a vision of calling it…
i know you dont relate especially with poetry what does rhyme and rhythm have to do. with your very groomed self life so busy with deadlines to hit and boses to impress. until you lose a love, until your hearts…
Everyday it pains less i and im afraid of when it wont pain anymore. i sometimes crave the pain because it meant i cared now im losing it to a force stronger than i. The will to breath gain. That…
Allow our fingers to interlock Take my feet to a world I haven’t been Open my eyes to horizons I’ve never seen Show me parts of me that remind you of sunshine The very dark ones that I hide Show…
The moment I saw him get it that bus.. I saw something about him that only I can tell. He sat next to me, as he started talking My heart opened up to listen My eyes sparkled at his stories…
His:When I reach for my inkI will draw letters that will melt your heart Her’s:Its been solid for a while a liquid state won’t hurt Damm it… You too good…When it meltsThere’s the power to flowForm am shapeTurn to whichever…