I would always find myself staring at a blank memo note delving deeper for words to echo the emotions and messages I want to convey. May it be prose or poetry, I could not explain the kind of love I have for writing and reading. It brings me to a whole new different world, somewhere free from scrutinizing eyes and dictating mouths. But at the same time, it motivates me to surpass my fears and inspire others. I am a restless but a quiet writer, always longing to learn further and more. But I do not consider myself a "real" good one. Still a work in progress. And so I am here. -The Optimistic Overthinker, and an INFJ
Uncertainty Questions were laid Often hanging Grasping tightly The strongest branch Of a dead tree. Rising above A surprise in The drowning of Not waiting for Answers to hope. -Marianne May ________________________ Scribbles (A Haiku) I write hastily Patterns and shapes of no worth A whim to reach you -Marianne May
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
How do I love? (25/11/2017)
To the Waves and to the Sun (08/11/2017)
Rolling Curtains (21/09/2017)
Bends in the Road (20/08/2017)
That Sunday Night (03/08/2017)
Viewed 584 times since 03 Nov 2015
Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.