Be kind, for the tip you give a waitress might have put a roof over her head. The smile you gave a man might have saved him from thoughts of ending it all. Kind words to a child might help them grow into a man who saves another. For you never know, one day you might be the waitress, the man, or t...Read more

For I used to ponder, How can a person so full of life Erase their own traces of existence? As if the sun and the earth could burst, Yet never would I think such thoughts, I whisper to myself. As the blood trickles down my wrist, How cold it feels, Blood leaking from a flower So full of life and bu...Read more

Walking under dim streetlights, Glancing at strangers — or so I thought. Rejoicing in the weight of their egos, A thank you never welcomed, A smile never returned. Evolution, they say, Yet no better than snakes. Humanity has fallen — Or so I thought. Walking through white walls, Machines echo loud...Read more

It was always, "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder." Never, "Beauty is the eyes of the beholder," as if we were never meant to see ourselves as anything but shadows. How tragic- humans claw at mirrors for what already lives beneath their skin, blind to the smiles carved by storms. fiercer...Read more

Thumping sounds, endless screams— the kind that claw at bone. I look around, but the world stays still, a silence colder than the grave. Yet the weeping drags on and on, a quiet rot beneath the ribs. Blind eyes… or eyes that choose their blindness. The pleas for help echo in the hollows, too ...Read more

If you asked me What weighs heavier— the earth or the stars— the whispers would linger, the darkness would scream, the echoes of the undead would cry, all to say the heart weighs more. The unsaid words, the pain that aches to be heard, all carried through storms and thunder— yes, the heart weighs m...Read more

Words of hatred wrapped in love — perhaps, a sign to walk away with pride. That when a criminal smiles, it doesn’t fade; the sins that run as deep as the sea — the endless waters do not cleanse the sea of blood that you drained. That when you console a body with love, you fail to see the corpse yo...Read more

A heart so full of passion. Poems of love engraved in walls, Yet never echo back. For the talent to write love was mine, But the failure to feel loved was mine too. How cruel must fate be— Always the one loving, but never the loved. If I must accept, then let it be over graves; Maybe flowers might ...Read more

For my curse is feeling too deeply, The waves of kindness — unseen by those. A heart of flowers in a garden of stones. To break the curse is a crueler fate, For the one who dares refuse it. A fairytale of shining crystal light, And a soul so happy, not knowing — It’s a fever dream. Yet still smiles...Read more

In a world full of possession, Hollow souls yearned for erosion. Tearing away fragile hearts, For a peace never reclaimed. Blood splattered in the name of art, Plagiarised souls still will to live— With a bosom that no longer lives. ...Read more