I Am…

I am a pebble on a land of stones
I am a mountain over the valley
I am a shell in the ocean
I am the endless sea

I am a beautiful smile
I am a tear of sorrow
I am a strong bargain
I am decision too hollow

Sometimes, I Just Want To Be Meeeeeeee

Sometimes I wake up in the morning,
Well better call it afternoon.
And feel like I want to do nothing at all
Nothing that really soon.

I don’t want to brush my teeth
I don’t want to bath today
I don’t want to do anything
That’s how I want to spend the day

Tired…

I am tired…

Tired of pleasing
Tired of  breathing
Tired of grieving
Tired of pleading

I am tired

Tired of being tested
Tired of being suspected
Tired of being insulted
Tired of being expected

Writer’s Block Is Writers Blocked Behind The Walls Of Words

In the life of a writer, there are moments when you words are just overflowing. You pick your pen and 2 minutes later, you have an amazing poem. Then there are those times when even writing an essay on “My Favorite Color” seems like a rocket science.

This poem is a classic example.  I mean if you read it, it’s very simple but you have no idea how many times I wrote, cleared, wrote, edited, cleared, wrote this poem. 

Writer’s block sux 😦

Amaranthine – Chapter 2 – The Man In Uniform

Amaranthine

Chapter 1 – The Price Of War
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Chapter 2 – The Man In Uniform

The Man In Uniform

The Man in uniform
Oh he thinks he is so smart
To offer me his friendship
While the war is at the start
How dare he even think
Of giving open his heart
And what was I even thinking
When I agreed on that part