I thank the heavens for this day If not for it, my life would be astray Your birth was destined for our hearts to meet Winning you…… Read more “My Precious”
Tag: poetry is not dead
The Prism of Beauty
My eyes piercing through the sharp fire flames The oculus mirroring the majestic blue-red firestormMakes me wonder about the everyday beautyThe primal beauty we have become oblivious…… Read more “The Prism of Beauty”
The Changing Seasons
This poetry is a little out of place when it comes to traditional rhyming technique.. I was unable to give the words a perfect feel and therefore I decided to try this nonrhyme poetry style. Fortunately, it has turned out decent.
Your Savage Love
Abusive relationships are our society’s truth. The feeling of drowning in love with no one; not even your partner available to drag you back is suffocating to the extent of death seeming an easier option.
A poetry written from the context of such a troubled mind