How I Became a Poet

I read short lines That I added extra lines to.  I read some other lines That I changed the words of. I carried my pencil And wrote down these replies These changes To the short lines that I read. I saw, I felt, I observed, I cried, I laughed, and I wrote. I carried my... Continue Reading →

The Little Things – A Poem

It's the little things That matter to me. You'd think that When I tell you About the simplest things That happen in my day Is just me trying to tell you Something casual, Or that when I mention The cliché events Is because I tell everyone. But the truth is The exact opposite. I tell... Continue Reading →

I Got Myself – A Poem

Whenever I feel sad Or bad Or like crap I don't need anybody To make me feel better. I don't need someone to tell me That everything will be alright And that I need to stay strong. I don't need someone to hold me And wipe my tears. Because I got myself. I will fight... Continue Reading →

Strangers Now – A Poem

You are a stranger to me. A stranger whom I used to talk to, Whom I used to know about his day. I knew what was happening in your life And how you were feeling. We made uncountable memories, Had a few fights, And laughed a lot. These things happened Once upon a time, And... Continue Reading →

Writer’s Block – A Poem

I feel so empty, As if I'm drained from every emotion. As if no expressions Or words exist in me. I try to catch something here And something there But to no avail. This makes me worry About not being able To construct another poem Ever again. To put all these beautiful words Next to... Continue Reading →

Social Media – A Poem

P.S. The following poem is from my second book, A Jar of Memories, click here to learn more about it. As good as they are They also have toxic effects They have made us Feel insecure about ourselves They only show us half of the picture It's like showing us the rainbow But only half... Continue Reading →

Misunderstood – A Poem

I feel like I am Misunderstood By my own people. I speak their language But my thoughts are different. They look at me and judge me Asking me meaningless questions About my personal life and choices. They think that I am miserable Because I am not like the rest. I have long given up On... Continue Reading →

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