Writing

I have lost myself once more
I don’t know who I am
I could be anyone in the world
But...

What scent do screen alphabets possess,
What ink can they hope to be written in,

So long...

I write because I write
not because of what others think
or what others may like
...

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words have more power than a million clones

The...

Like this we pretend

That we find comfort in the cracks in our foundations.
That we find...

Beautiful blue clear sky
Trees seems to be dazzling today
The traffic is slowly taking its...

An appetizing way to send real messages of choice.
It is that beloved medium of which all can...

I love to just read poetry.
It soothes my soul and pleases me.
I read a poem just today...

Puzzletry
Just means to me
A puzzling form
Of poetry

Where lines...

I once told a boy that I wanted to write like Alex Turner.
He said
“honey, I don’t see what...

A black robe wandering, body smoldering
The devil himself on the battlefield
Calm, collected...

Why should one have to pay,
to share one's opinions, ideas, beliefs?

What happened to...

Picking me up
Like a pen
Using me again

Crumbling paper
You decided
You...

My brain is held captive within the steel cell of my skull, its desperate pleas for freedom a recurrence of...

Blood – the ink upon the poet’s pen –
Drips like rose-water upon the paper.
And wording,...

it's useful to come here and drop
all the useless trash in your brain
squash all the fake...