I have used this website on and off for a long time. I write when I feel inspired and over time forgot that I can write. Life does that at times. Now I am grown and happy and willing to keep on writing. I can't wait to see the difference in my writing over time. |
(to those memories people keep silent we all have...
Forgetting all those silent memories...
The things i see amaze me
i see them very strangely...
Twirling her hair between the fingers
They brush her face every day...
A Poem About Anxiety
I do what I think is right...
I tinker with the thought
Of a future fit for two...
I just need a quick fix
That is the easiest way...
A Poem About Anxiety
I do what I think is right...
Travel down a good time
Show the beat pumping inside...
Breath me in my love
Feel this burning churn...
To Dwell on the Past is a waste of time. To dwell on the future is a waste of space. |