Category: Poets Corner

I don’t want a hero I saved myself long ago Prince Charming? Maybe But I don’t want a castle Or

It doesn’t make a difference what colour you are Because love should conquer all near,  all far Nor does it

Am I dawn’s sunrise? Do I replace the fear of the masses with newfound hope? Do I stumble over their

See, as a writer… For me… Nothing that I bury my soul into.. Is unattached from experience. The issues I

Because this race is a cloth, – -A sole body,like the soul, – -It mirrors, it reflects, – -But only

It’s never too late to say I love you Maybe I was wrong, I was hurting you It’s never too late

It’s clear to see that she always felt something for you…broken she wants to see me.. Are you playing dumb

Why is it that we don’t really love ourselves but we say that we LOVE OTHERS? Why is it that

Teenage life is just one challenge at times misunderstood like gaining our knowledge and doing what I could Attending school

An empty page stares And find its reflection in my soul A page, like the palm of my hand Waits