Something like Poetry


The sun, sets while the crowds keep whizzing by Unaware and uncaring of who you are. In between this chaos that defines monotony I see a diamond shimmer, in a heap of charcoal. Forgive the blind for they can’t see the color of your eyes, The stare you give me today is cold and deep.… Continue reading Clover

Original Writings, Something like Poetry


You bring out the child in me. I wonder how you pull it off. I try my best to hide him. Somehow you have the power to seek him out. You prove how hopeless I am. I admit that I cant deny it. I try every now and then, But I turn weak when I… Continue reading Child