Poetry

Fragile hands and little heads, Making cutting lines and lifting heavy weights. Eyes which should have been set on books and dreams Are set on hoping

Poetry

A child of varying notes, Symphonies are your fuel. You are music, Music is what runs through you. Your life runs in perfect melodies, The highs

Poetry

Home away from home-this is what they call it, A new place, new winds, new colours, new faces. As the strange winds feel stranger, the place

Poetry

Silence is like a canvas, Waiting for sounds to fill its blank presence with varied colors. Some soothing, while some breaking the harmony of the entire

Poetry

I tried to be a human once, it wasn't worth the pain. The pain I made others feel, humans and animals alike. All I am is

Poetry

Do you remember me? I'm a part of you. You keep pushing me to the deep recesses of oblivion, Where all these forgotten strengths of yours

Poetry

The bullets to my weapon are but just a dark liquid. When I yield it, I have all the power in the world. Yet a few