Poetry
The Pure Savage
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those
I am probably just one more person shouting my opinion into the void on this matter but I’m going to say it anyway: Lost Children
Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly
Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line. But at least I held onto this guitar, even if I can’t afford new strings. And I
“If you just read one book this year, read How to Walk Away.” — Nina George Margaret Jacobsen has a plan. She has worked
‘I have never seen Inam this serious.’ I thought. Something was seriously wrong. His thick black eyebrows narrowed, jaws stiffened and fair skin turned red.
Maybe one day you’ll realise, How it was to see you leaving. In cloudy weather and shattered skies, I couldn’t feel myself wiping those damp
I have a lost lover, Who loved me with himself Now loves me with his illusionary presence I have a lost lover, Who stared at
We often hear statements from many around, that goes like ‘with love comes pain’ at other instance, ‘The one you love the most will be
Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you
Abid swerved into the driveway, putting the car into park. Now for any other day, his brother Jaber would have taken it easy knowing that
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at