Memories of watching a fly buzz around in a church.
success is not an overnight task it needs lot of patience...
A narrative poetry about a man who never planned in the right path. Latter end was regrets
But this time, you won´t let it destroy you.
We get tired, we get sad, we feel like we have to pause once in a while just to think and let all the worries go.
About fear and darkness consuming you when you fell alone.
I love my mom so much!!!
She was just shaking her stress away.
hanging by a thread stop the urge to hang my head
On a rainy day, something amazing happened....
I could never come to you
and tell what you feel
so I'll ask the wind instead...
Pain, sorrow, animosity and sadness
All of them linger on my inner goddess
To deceive, to pertain the way they like me to be...
Don´t try to understand it, just enjoy it
The struggle of growing up from a mothers perspective.
This poem is looking at entirely the dark side of life(imagination)
I was exercising a fundamental right to muse with my thoughts. You will be surprise with what I juggled out about my dear Country
Can beauty be seen in it's most smallest unit? Like the individual coloured threads in a carpet, can we see the beauty of each one or only in a collective sense? The stars at night can tell of this, enjoy and please comment
How many second chances do you give to someone?
It's hard to forget someone we love truly.
I wrote this poem at my desk in the classroom . I was comparing man to some other living things