19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma

Busier than ever I miss all I have to miss The sweet words you write And the poetic bliss

I already gave up.

nothing that concerns you.

🇸🇬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …

I'm lost, but GOD is always there to guide me

A sick world    we stop looking under the bed for monsters when we know that the real monsters are within us.

male . 15 .

Malaysia    Procrastination is the thief of time, that's why I murder a rhyme, one word at a time. And you've never heard of a mind as …

We were all born with different hearts

kl    I like to think that I'm different, and then I realize we're all the same.

a smiling masque is what you see me wearing every second

Malaysia    I will be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned.

Singapore    I like poem Poem is nise

30/M/Kampala-Uganda    A fallen Leaf in Autumn, a golden Tulip in Spring. ALL POEMS ©

Broken heart unrepairable...