If you believe in love then you should probably know that love come by hating.
Being single can sometimes be a bliss.... when we are complete within us, we need no one else. Thats journey of life.....
One poor mom walks mile to finds her son. she believe her son will return home but unfortunately the storm takes her son far away. She requested the people from the village to help her but they refuse. Here a mom explaining her pain..................
Your identity is stolen. Your familes, friends and even your lover doesn't know you and instead accepts the fake 'you' as you. In a world where your existence is nothing and you're no longer you, that is my fear
Flesh under floor boards
bones in the wall
blood in the woodwork...
I share thee my sweater
I share thee my soul
...
Hanging from the ceiling
hanging from the walls
...
Years had passed me through,
Leaving me behind, and nothing new.
Days of sadness and happines,...
A very short poem thought about and written one coffee break about a forgotten past.
This poem is about a poet who is afraid of losing a woman he has invested all his love. The poet is me....
The sun rose up but I'm on the bed
Snuggling in my mattress cos I'm too tired
To face this day , its like I'm on a hell...
In this poem, I presented Death as a human being, which it can hurt and paralyze a family. But, death has its own end. As the power of the Lord rises, the power of death ceases. We must have courage in facing it.
My fear has never been the darkness, but what lingers in it. Faceless shadows here, there, everywhere....Freaking me out!
Why must I
Why must I look at this glorious sunset when I can gaze upon thy face?
Why must I touch this smooth silk when I can caress thy skin?...