Why the world's treasure
is plundered by dark, the thunder...
Most of my life I've felt powerless, never stood...
small tiny sapling blowing in the cold, piercing...
Seasons come seasons go
trees are continuously turning gold...
Suicide
is wide...
I know i might be weak,
falling at the lap of waves touching my feet...
I was born on a
cold winter’s day...
Relenquishing everyone of your sins
finishing everything you have begun...
Climbing a mountain was such a wonderful feeling,
The view was so majestic yet also scary...
With humble steps she walks closer to the chair...
a ghostly figure. This one was sitting in the...
Writhing on the dirty floor,
I strive to reach my feet...
Don't be scare
You know I will always be there for you...
A poet cries
Screaming for words...