To Be a River or A Rock?

A philosophical thought.

The Rivers, I Cried

a poem

I sat and cried,
at the banks of the river, 
Where we had met, 
where
seeds of time…

Hey, Timid Soul

A poem.

Hey, Timid Soul,
Do you ever wonder what you’ve been missing?
Are you aware of the fun…

The X

Salty sea air sprays your face.
The orange beacon in the sky shines on your skin.
A new opportunity to embrace,
As you hunt for the treasure you’ve…

I Can See Your Future

A poem.

Head in the clouds, feet in the sand
Tears on her face, shoulders tanned
The sun…

I Let Go

A poem.

Heavy was the past I carried on my back.
Good and bad memories inside my pack.
Peace in my heart chased…

Sex Isn't Everything

a hate poem

POETRY | PHILOSOPHY

Everyone is a Mirror

We are a Reflection

POETRY

And I Haven’t Even Left Yet

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