poetry

No hard feelings

No hard feelings, This is as plain as the “plain” in “complaint” As strain is derived from “restraint” Love may have its own language, but parting does too When freely expressing an opinion is no longer eschewed. Like blood from an open wound, some truths cannot be misconstrued Even the days of Spring dwindle down…

It was a normal Tuesday…

It was a normal Tuesday like this And all of a sudden, the whole world stood still When the fall became your fate And gave me more than I couldn’t take, What I wasn’t ready for yet A moment I cannot forget When my sister told me that it was over That was  a fact…

August 17th

An empty street, a fear of the unknown bundled with zero hope to see the next sunrise is an endured pain that can never leave my mind. A single evening in my entire life that scared the hell out of me. A start for something big, The new ME. Hundreds of miles away from people…