Rhyme a rhyme.
In this time,
Let’s go down in history,
As something divine
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
Our concept is abstract,
Like an empty snack pack,
We mix like paint,
But none of us are saints,
We lie awake in our beds,
With our dreams long buried in our head,
Lives as complex as the quantum theory,
We stand with the help of scaffoldings purely,
With every single breath that we take; we aspire for greatness,
But alas,
Our minds are shrouded with darkness
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 7:37 AM UTC
Everyone is a whole new world in themselves,
Some smiles have dimples,
For other's : their eyes crinkle,
Some have a splash of freckles,
While others are rich hued and a little reckless.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
To the sunshine,
You seem so divine.
To the moonchild,
Your birth is the gift of the wild.
To the ocean tide,
You are the end where the world combines.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
Today is too good a day to die,
I welcome a new me everyday,
Sometimes it is like sunrise,
On some days it is a hurricane.
Carry on,
Carry on, little bird,
The sky is your ultimate place.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
I need to do something,
To stop feeling like i am dead,
Hoping to get out of my head.
I need to do something,
Cause i worry in vain,
I simply need to do some work to keep myself sane.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Love:
In one word is the happiness of every heart etched,
The meaning of which cannot be drawn in a sketch,
But the memory of which in your heart,
Will always be fresh.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Another good day,
Has been laid to waste,
Absolutely no work done,
What a sheer disgrace.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
I do not know what to believe,
It is like I am a cluster of thousands of thoughts,
Thoughts that are the evidence of the the circumstances,
Thoughts that are not mine; but more like in me
Thoughts that I am conditioned to think as a verdict of my emotions.
Maybe I am not me.
Maybe I am just an instrument of the environment,
Maybe I am just an equipment for helping the sustainability of these thoughts,
Maybe these thoughts are the real vase of life,
Maybe they are what it means to be alive.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
Like a nail i am rusted,
But alas, unto you i am trusted.
I am not the best mold,
But everyone says your work is gold.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC