Poetry, the language of our souls, is beyond rhymes and metaphors. It is a way of understanding oneself — and the world we live and dream within. A ...Read more

Leaves howl, wind weeping I left the candle burning With hopes the dead May remember me When the living forgets

I looked at the world through rose coloured glasses. A world so small, Yielding beauty that some have bypassed. We took it for granted, Growing pri...Read more

Quietly the sun wakes Pulling you away from sight Dawn came, beauty fades

I stared at the distant hollow eyes, Searching for a shred of hope. My palms pressed against the glass, Praying it would reach out to me. Calling ou...Read more

***Life*** is a trial, A stage crowded with tales, Where we act, wearing masks and veils. ***Life*** is a trial, One we cannot win. Some alter, some...Read more

There lives a stranger, Some loath, some love. Bounded nought by time, Nor the grave, or what's above. He walks in darkness, Wielding silence as hi...Read more

Hummingbird singing Sunlight beams and dance with me Was it still a dream?

It is a curse to find beauty where reality forbids it to be; Clocks ticking, shadows shifting, even voices whispering in the walls. But it is a curse ...Read more

Misery masked itself as pleasure, Darkness portrayed itself as art. Or so I believed, naive, unaware — Your words pierced straight through my heart, T...Read more

Poets are innocent fools. Feeling more though reality forbids, We cling onto what may never be — Chasing the lie of a merciful end. Poets are innocen...Read more

They cut your wings before you could fly. They took every piece of you, yet still called you selfish when you tried to keep your bones. Forsaking th...Read more

You hid me from the outside world, shielded from its cruelties. My peace you protected, and you gave me serenity. When at my lowest I bled on your s...Read more

Darkness called to me I stepped into the silence — Now the void echoes

I hide away from you like a shadow that thrives on its own. I watched you spiraled into a void with no return — Still, I beg time to free me from t...Read more

It is not the heart that keeps a man alive, But the soul. If the soul finds solace, Only then may the heart go on. What good does it do if the heart...Read more

We write, we bleed, Of things we dare not feel. We hope, we yearn, Yet silence is all we earn. Must a bird only reach the sky, Before we shall say i...Read more

In the chamber of my heart burns a fire — without light, without warmth. I drank from the glass of desperation, poisoned with a fleeting dream. I begg...Read more

What is in my cup you ask? What do I spill out? Nothing; neither coffee nor tea. In my hand is a broken cup. With aching hands I've pieced the fragm...Read more