Category: Poetry

  • My immortal

    My immortal

    Pure white waves that kisses the sand That is not really what beauty is… cause  darling when you hold my hand You make me feel like the sea You made me understand that its not the eyes but the heart that feels flawlessness This thing that makes you accept my skin makes me immortal  🙂…

  • similar things

    similar things

    I fight with you for silly reasons Reasons even I don’t comprehend  Yet ..You are patient with all my seasons  As if I am the perfect blend of the things are supposed to make sense like the love messages waiting to be sent  like my favorite camera’s amazing lens You make reality seem worth it

  • with all the energy I have

    with all the energy I have

    I do not blame you for anything that happened but I do not forgive you either

  • reality

    reality

    time did as much as I did not it was all time….. It was never you or me

  • Everything happens for a reason.

    Everything happens for a reason.

    What I am now is the consequence of what we could not be.

  • Outsider

    Outsider

    It feels amazing to be an outsider Maybe for the acknowledgement I should eat more and become wider I can wear the same sweater 5 days in a row and no one will care I will dig my nose and scratch my butt and no one will stare I will talk like Martin Luther King…

  • Confessions

    Confessions

    I hate the society for all it has to say for all it thinks that I do wrong for all the uncomfortable nights and heart numbing days I hate it with the leftover heart that beats occasionally but most of all I hate you for listening to it and thinking that I am less than…

  • Beauty

    Beauty

    She is beautiful She is art She is fat She is grey She is a slut I mean how can she be celebrating her body When she has so much FAT! Look at the scars on her knees RIDICULOUS She is so confident its hilarious! Now if you are dumb enough to not know the…

  • Forever

    Forever

    I look at your photos to fill in your vacancy Your absence is a proof that pain of certain tragedies are to hurt forever  so much so that even time gives up

  • what we all need

    what we all need

    the kind of girl that always is and never really was the kind of person who loses keys but never needs a lock the kind of heart that sings with love and not with delicate strings the kind of bird that flies above even with broken wings the kind of kindness that makes people’s days…