For the better part of my childhood and early adulthood, I would feel vulnerable every time I show any soft emotion. I tend to remain mellow and emotionless unless I felt completely comfortable and trust my company. Because of the environment, I was brought up in, I felt safest when I am not exposing my … More Being comfortable with tender feelings
I wrote this poem a while back when I was thinking about human body parts and how we use them. I saw how we can love with our bodies and how we can also hate with our bodies. I’ve experienced a little bit of both and witnessed a lot of both. I melt at … More What are hands for?
Going to church doesn’t make me a good person. Personal preference of Christian music doesn’t me a religious person. At the end of the day, I look inside; I look at myself, my life — my lifestyle And I still lack the genuine heart of a Christian. My relationship with God is desperate. I am … More Going to church doesn’t make me a good person
All she wanted was love. She does for love, out of love, and in love she made mistakes, mistakes unforgiven by those she gives she receives little, little, little… lots, lots, and lots harsh words stripping beautiful locks to wavy ramen, disfiguring her curves to heavy steel burden whipping her down down down. She … More Once Upon A Childhood