I am sorry for I have not told you yet.
When I was in high school, I was taught in my English classes about research and creative writing. I love this method of study today as I did back years ago.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invisible summer.
Box this is just for you it's perfect x
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve...
With a willful heart, she keeps hope alive... knowing the immeasurable depth it can hold...
Ive memorized the face and the hands of the most perfect one that ever lived
That squaring of facial features
Mixed with flared nostrils
Will tell you all that I refuse to say
I no longer ache and long for you
With the openess of heart once...
a Saturday morning which is rainy.
A bit of workout and music running in the ears.. reminding of some years that have passed by..
Here I am surrounded by people I don't know...
I'm not good with words. I'm really not. I'm even worst with sentences, and there is too much going on in my head for me to possibly be able to write about... but I still love it...
This world is too cruel for a soul like mine.
My heartbeat is forever fading
with each moment.
But I never seem to do it...
"As the clock strikes 6:14 A.M., the scorpion within me begin to dance to the beat of music."
Just felt like sharing this piece I thought off. Feel free to comment :).
I write my thoughts in the form of poems
Death doesn't fill my fantasize thoughts, only happiness. My thoughts freeze me in them and I seem to be daydreaming. The lack of awareness, of reality surrounds me. I was stuck in...
Seriously, with social capacitance completely and utterly drained, what do one do? Dream on child.
Life is just a test of endurance...........
I want you to tell me a story. I don't care if it's real, or if it's personal, as long as it means something.