My Magic Pen

Recapping everything that happened the night before is typically a bad move,Unless you yearn to lie within a deathbed God created for you!For wearing too many different hats fitting the man you think you already are while,Hiding the truth… Might as well be yourself,In a world trapped in a shell,Cracking underneath pressure it already felt... Continue Reading →

Too Late! Or, Is It Really? (Prose)

Too late! What does that mean, really? In a life where we have the ability to change regardless of the odds, is it ever really too late to climb back up from the fate of damnation? The only judicious reasoning I can muster for anyone's opportunity at redemption is, death. What can one possibly do... Continue Reading →

A Matter Of Redemption

I don't really think I matter to anyone. Kind of feels like, If I died today? Others would resonate more laughter and love! All over the world while spotting doves, Coating our bright skies with their beauty... Wouldn't say I'm losing my sanctity, But, In a way, I'm choosing to vanish eternally. Through each poem... Continue Reading →

Slippin’ On Ice

Been a while since I've sat down to express my troubled thoughts. A conundrum commenced by a whirlpool of tears I've had no answer for. Confusion formed in the pit of Darkness... But, what can really be seen in the Dark? A place where only candle and flash lights can be seen in bits and... Continue Reading →

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