Mourning In My Language

I want to ask you how your heart is How your soul is coping with your loss I want to tell you that by God she is at peace But you are wailing and heaving And all these words i can think of Only in my language My tongue is drowning With the weight of all the words That i cannot say in this your language This restrictive language Your language that has only one word for love I want to ask you "Ya hakuri"...

ReBirth: Le Blog

This is not an actual article about a rebirth or some deep poem :D Spicing things up a bit on the blog because a. I was bored, b. I have being wanting to change the layout c. I am a nerd. So, I decided to get a new theme for the blog, how do you all like the new blog layout? Pretty cool right, i think the last one was a bit primitive and i wanted something a bit more matured seeing as i clocked...

One Type Of Sad

She looks at me, like i am the saddest story she has ever heard She asks me, to explain to her, why i am sad That is the thing with my type of sad it does not need a reason to anchor me to the edges of my bed like a ship at bay ready to be disembarked my type of sad is the guest that comes to your house unannounced, it does not call my phone to ask if i am free, or busy my type of sad is a marching...

3am Thoughts

It is 3:34am...I cannot sleep. It is true what they say, 3 am is the darkest hour of the night. People tend to find 3 am a time of extreme fatigue, that is the time when for those who are asleep, their sleep is the deepest and for those who are awake, their juice is lowest(meaning they are exhausted). Some people believe at 3am people tend to get very honest and emotional, a study by a group of scientists...

Short Poem

We were like parallel rails On a train track Always side by side Our paths never crossing Running towards The same destination....

The Feelings We Hold On To

I find it rather puzzling that the emotions we tend to hold on to the strongest are the dark ones. Pain. Pain is something people usually hold on to, anger, sadness. I find it strange that we don't hold on to love which is supposed to be this glorious thing but we hold on to darker things more. When we are in love, we tend to enjoy it for the period of time when we think we are in love but once it...