Belongs To The Pages
A worn out notebook Blank pages A mind’s best friend A lost soul’s true companion. Twisted words, written backwards But
Tag: Free Verses
Nefarious Path
Pierce of daggers Daggers of witchery Tainted by the enemy’s blood Corrupt intruder With its lack of permission To enter
Please, I Want To Say “Farewell, Ms. Bitter”
Ms Bitter comes back With its wrinkled pale skin and haunting aura Ms Bitter pays me a visit every now
Fake Freedom
Grab your scissors And cut the paper Always on the line Never leave the line. Cut precisely on the lines
1 Heart
Afraid is not the right term, Perhaps, blocked it is With two crossed swords. Guard is up When guard is
Main Character’s Final Surrender
On the eve of a powerful portal, I make my dreams my reality. I invite trust to be my companion
