We should never ever lose hope to live a placid life.
Up to now I still have to use my head
To tell you I’m mad.
I must ignore the turmoil...
It’s so easy to write. Just make your poems,
essays, stories, novels, plays, serious and
socially committed, as the canaille and...
Why it is that women are told every now and then, how to behave? how to talk? what to wear? women are always dominated by others.
Being in love has never been enough. Love caters to several wider networks too, like the societal acceptance. Yet love rises above from all such problems to make its place in the Heaven........no wonder why it is so beautiful!
Neglection Beauty in its entirety: Endless crime of Hurt feelings
The best protection any woman can have … is courage. Courage to tell her man, what she wants and what she expects....
It hurt when she saw
The lights going dim
Flickering...
This is a long piece about depression and addiction and coming clean to myself.
This is a bit of sattire and reality together. The premise is the life and death of a social junkie, an addict that just stomps through life and anything in his path.
Live now, though despair is not over.
Never mind the bleeding scratch.
Go to the child. Attend not the hour...
In the face of death, some remain strong and go out with a bang.
Marvelling at the beauty when I was a child. I am ever thankful to mummy and papa for making ME happen. That it will never come back makes it so beautiful.....
This piece is about an abusive relationship I was in. Writing about the scars helps them to heal. I write these particular pieces in hopes that they will help someone in the same situation find their way out.
Old age means nothing to the man who adopts a still lifestyle only when he's dead. This is an ode to living life to it's fullest.