Why does everything seem to come back to that one person, Who gets all the words, Rhymed, unrhymed, Tamed, untamed, Vulnerable and risky,...

What I’m simply trying to do, Is to exist here, With my words, Hoping you’ll understand, The meanings behind them one day. doesn’t this...

I wake up with a thought, In the middle of the night, Or rather, I think, I was dreaming, While you whispered poetry, To the blue sky....

I’m the master of my words, The poet to my poetry, Although always wondering, What your eyes see. Their amusement, their mischief, Their...

The worst part of being an empath is that you are only with the company of your own thoughts and tears when you are breaking down. The...

I think I’ve used up, All my words now, None remain, To tell you how I feel; Today, after all the sleeplessness, That you leave me with,...

I tried, Since morning, To believe in, Something more than I could see, To accept, Something more than I could believe, To calm, The...

I’ve all my words haywired today, Might have dropped some on the way too, If you found them talking to you, Tell them I want them to stay...

I scribble the words on my skin, The ones I want to tell you, Waiting to be read, Like the books, You love reading, Before falling...

The weight of the words, Spoken and unspoken, Haunt her at night, But hide when the sun comes up, Scared to be acknowledged, In broad...

Being a writer, I deal with a lot of words on a daily basis. Even when I’m not writing, I’m thinking about what I would write, If I was...

It looks all quiet and orderly outside, But you don’t know the chaos forming within, Intensifying with every passing minute, Yet patient...