Another week, another challenge. I am totally enjoying this contest for NaPoWriMo, hosted by very generous John Reyes. You all are very welcome to join in on the fun! For this week, I present you my lyrical attempt inspired by Memories by Maroon 5. Hopefully, you will enjoy the song, at least 😉 I close… Continue reading Blood In My Vein
The color of my quill,changes with the strength of my will.Sometimes, its strokes are blackbecause of the heart it lacksand the darkness it holds,hidden beneath its multiple folds.Often, its ink is pure whitebecause of the innocence it stores inside.It also paints the canvas bluebecause of the tantrum which life threw.At times, it changes to red,because… Continue reading Jazzy Spill
Originally written for Renard’s World as a guest post.
All we need is some trust in ourselves to pass even the most terrible times of our lives. With some Faith, I know we all will thrive!
Green fields and yellow flowers, small huts and big trees, colorful birds and monochrome cattle, underneath the vast expanse of clear skies. Chitter-chatter of young girls, cackling laughter of small boys. Smoky puffs of old men, and melodious carols of household women. Amidst a cool breeze, fresh with life's fragrance. A sweet spot of Nature's… Continue reading Choice
Meeting new friends can be overwhelming.
I know it hasn’t really been that long,
But now that we have met, I want to ask
A simple question, even if it’s strange.
Can I keep you?
I know that you’re a person, not a pet,
I know you’re not a creature I can keep.
You’re more than that, I know, I understand.
But I still need to ask
Can I keep you?
Can I keep you as my friend
Can I keep you as a buddy.
Can I keep you when I need you
And even more when I don’t.
The only thing that I had hoped to say
Is that I think that you are worth… keeping.
Because to me it seems that you are great.
If you aren’t sure, don’t answer straightaway.
Just think on it, and maybe let me know.
Because if I was brave enough…
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With a heavy heart, fragmented mind and a sharp knife She sat there, contemplating a swipe. Wanting to end it all, Tempting was the peace’s call. A voice told her, “No, there’s still hope” To hold on, as this is a dangerous slope. Another said, “Do it, it’s intelligent” It will be easy… Continue reading The Voices