Poetry Blogs (overcome)
Seeing the beautiful sky,
From my dead eyes.
Wondering the beauty in the holy night,
Dark was the only colour which helps me to hide.
Hiding my sadness my sorrows my fear my cries,
Trying my best to keep the face with smile.
My hobbies,my joy, my emotions were becoming day by day a bit fewer,
Now I am just existing in the world, can't even face myself in the mirror.
Monday 7th September 2020 6:58 pm
Boy just take it easy
Boy just take it slow
Please don't give up now
You have so much further to go
Put that gun down boy
Step away from the ledge
All the demons your fighting
Don't have to stay in your head
Let me help you boy
Let me be your light
You and I together boy
We'll give 'em a hell of a fight
This is it boy
It's time for war
With me by your side
It'll be easier than befor...
Thursday 15th February 2018 1:41 pm
Inside her closet are the remains of a broken umbrella with the materials in cinders.
Her skin cloak is draped over a spindley coat stand,
most people name it a spine,
most people's are strong,
They carry the puppet as if a master holding strings...
But sometimes autum's trees fall down
because nature is flawed.
Sometimes a stem ca...
Thursday 9th October 2014 8:19 pm