I feel nothing when I look at my father, From a far I saw him pedal his way to me; Like a stranger, a passerby I need not to greet. I feel nothing when I look at my father, When he talked about my younger years, As if he was there for a minute or two. I feel nothing when I look at my father, Loud ...Read more

“Love me,” the last words she whispered before the red candle went out. It is dark now. I stand alone within the storm, a flickering black candle trembling in my hand. A jolt of pain runs through my heart. “God, why is love so bitter?” Still, I remain here alone, waiting for you— forever. "Aman...Read more

To Love It is broken now By a thousand cuts, Yet it still pulses With hope. To Lust Its glory is shallow, Made only to be cursed. Sweat everywhere, The smell of sin Stitched into The red air. To Love I am still alive, Somewhere Within you. Forever.

It is strange Today You walked past me And I almost called out your name I had to stop myself Because You’re just a stranger now It was different It felt so unreal And strange Because usually We only pretended Not to be friends We would meet up after school By the blue board And the green trees A...Read more