Poetry

Burning flames Touching the sky Where did they come from? Where did they come from? The fire that burns within? The smouldering pieces of cloth? The agita...

I was too blinded by searching for answers to see that's what blinded me, I'd like to look back sometimes and reminisce on how naive I can be, The only obs...

Marbles of thought conducting emotion. The walls and barriers only paper thin, but are convincingly designed. Painted pictures with the strokes of flames, eerie...

At times my passion is like a burning rose, Intending to cast light to the eyes that have been darkened, However, it ends up withered and charred to no avail,...

You see us and look down. You respond to us in anger. You say all these hurtful things without remorse. You hate us without a reason. - - Simply...

I am afraid. For those who I don’t know. I am safe while they are not. Their sky is grey and red. My sky is blue. I feel helpless. I am helpless. - -...

A blazing acquaintance, With tender comprehension Forges an Epicentre of pain. Biting heat Devouring sensation. And for a moment, all is still. . ....

A lamb in a field of violets Trotting it’s way through. Through the breeze, Through the sunlight, To find the perfect place to sleep. Soft, soft fur, lik...

It makes me terribly sad, Knowing I’ll never have the life I truly desire, I’ll never hear the music I make, And I’ll never meet the lover I seek. Wh...

♡I love poetry. It is my way of expressing thoughts and feelings that I usually keep to myself. I'm not a very open person, so it's hard for me to openly say...