Falling Stars

And so night after night,
I pray our eyes meet again.
Only this time, our hearts too.

STRANGER

So men have accepted their truths

That they will always remain strangers in the eyes of another.

For strangers deserve nothing but hate and rejection

And strangers they shall remain till the end of time

SEASONS

For I have met monsters and winters phoenix, Behemoths that flourish in the cold, Monsters that freeze the life out of our summers, Beasts that derive happiness and joy, From shivering bodies and tattering teeth of men.

What Writing has taught me about mental health.

First and foremost, thank you for checking in here. It really means alot. (Its a tough industry to thrive in). Secondly, I wanted to make this announcement. I recently started experimenting with poetry (I am no professional writer so bare with me) and text that confronts how I feel. I have this crazy idea in

Shouting Heart

I wish we spoke the same language. The language the free birds sing on those cold lonely mornings. I wish our tongues were one and the same. That you could get lost in my eyes. Eyes that see stars in yours. For my face is of stone, dry and rugged, quiet as the still oceans

MILES AWAY

“Miles away, A quiet lonely soul was smiling With love hidden deep, which was never expressed! But with tons of affection in the eyes, took care of its love. And when recognised, it was late enough to hurt, But never late to make a smile resembling the love in her curvy lips”        

A Thousand Light Years

  ‘Of blue eyes and tender skin’, An innocence that puts my demons to sleep. Demons that keep me up all night. Of rosy lips and silky hair, Eyes that manifest my every fear, Fear that eats up my lost broken soul. Of GRACEFUL nature and NOBLE character, Beauty that awakens my deepest desires. Desires

For I wake up, only to die again

I remain in the darkness, in a vacuum, an empty deserted void. Just me and my quiver full of arrows. Arrows that punctured my every self.

Constellation of Failed Affections

In harmony with majority, but forsaken by  the one that really matters.
And so I see myself at dawn, a dejected entity.

TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN

So for a while now, I’ve been trying to figure out a couple of things! And last night, over a few drinks( I never get drunk, just saying ), It hit me. Quarter life crisis! I understand that for many of you thats not a thing, but it actually is! I cant quite explain it