redemption.

Weeping violins, And grieving guitars. Melancholy music, Let the wailing winds, get drunk tonight. Let it rain rum tonight, I … More

Irony

The Irony is, I write, Though I write, Sometimes everyday. But still find it hard, To express. ~am

Trying too hard, to make everything, right, I forgot, making changes, in myself. Forgot, making myself, better.

It’s hard to believe, when it makes no sense, Though it really should, sometimes staying alive, retiring in your bed, … More

There’s that, Pensive melancholy, Which kept me waiting, For the help that never came. How misfortunate, can someone ever be? … More

Stories you read, Are the thousand lives, You lived. And the thousand deaths, You died. ~am

This world’s on sale, With price-tagged people, Everyone’s out for sale, for the right price, Some held higher, others hidden … More

I’d still be staring, If things fall apart, Just as I am, When they refuse firmly, Or when they start. … More

I’m your white world, That even the blind beholds, My mystique? Is my mystical minstrelsy, That even the deaf deciphers, … More