It has been years since I started writing poems. I honestly think that I am losing my touch, or running out of inspiration. My poems are the result of my love for literature. I love submerging myself with stories that I read and the emotions from those stories give birth to most of my poems.
I starting over; in my studies, career, in relationships, in my life. I hope that this new wave of passions can help me reunite with my first love, writing. I am thinking of looking at the different side of things this time around. I will try to participate in life than watch it happen in the background. Maybe someday I will be able to write about myself and bring smile to our readers. Someday I will be a writer who live; not for the sake of living but with a purpose to fulfill.
Please take time to read my works and be beside me as I seek ways to improve myself. God Bless us all fellow writers. May He guide our pen to give glory to His name.
In the prairie down the hill,
I can see the grass so green.
With cascaded flowers everywhere,
And their fragrances fill the air.
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The heat is rising,
So is the boredom.
Head-breaking noises
Cutting through my brain.
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I thought I could believe
That everything would be alright.
I thought it would be enough
To trust someone just like that.
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I never dream of being with someone
Someone who will love and care for me
I never dream of being with you
So why, now it seems that I can’t let go
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In the midst of the night, while the whole Earth sleeps.
The heart of this girl still weeps in its wake.
The sound of the sobs, cutting through the silence of the night.
The sound of despair will stop only with the light.
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