And then I met him. One of a kind. A charming being With a melancholic soul. Lost in museums Enjoying the paintings. Walking in parks Surrounded by trees. He'd observe the world In a poetic way. Most of the time Occupied with his thoughts And dreams. His passion Reflected in his words. He didn't know... Continue Reading →
Trapped Thoughts, Emotions, and Words
There are thoughts Emotions, And words Trapped within me. They grow more Each and every day. And I am not How I used to be. I keep those thoughts Emotions, And words Inside. Holding on to them Against my wish. For my ability in wording How I feel Is giving up on me. To the... 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 →