If I’m Being Honest – A Poem

If I'm being honest I don't feel okay. I feel like there's a clutch  Around my heart, So tight that I can barely breathe. I attempt to cry To unburden my soul With all the gloominess I sense, Only to shed a few forced tears. This doesn't help, It doesn't feel better. The grip is... Continue Reading →

A Chaotic World

This world Is confusing. It's filled with Chaos and noise. I just want to Sit down alone To untangle My tangled thoughts And emotions. My heart and brain Have constant conflicts.  Each wants a different thing. And the messiness of this world  Isn't helping me To calm them down. P. S. The drawings I've used... Continue Reading →

Crying Spot

Back when we were younger We had a spot. We had declared it As the crying spot. It was safe And far from the crowd.  There, no one could see our tears Or hear our sobs. Words weren't necessary to be said, Hugs were what we gave one another. We used to Sit wordlessly And... Continue Reading →

Melancholic Poem

My words about melancholy seem to be endless. Here's a blog post about it. And enjoy the poem. Melancholy has opened its arms Welcoming me with a tight hug. Once it embraces me, I receive its negative vibes. Not only does it Hurt me emotionally, But also physically. It shatters my heart, And cracks my... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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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