Crimson The cool brush of wind against her hair prompted her to unconsciously grasp her crimson locks. She shivered slightly in anticipation. She's here, she mused, side-glancing in an attempt to subtly

In the Spotlight . Stuck in between two realities A theater of comedies and tragedies As if trapped in a building ablaze I'm slowly losing myself in Life's race With no right direction to run to Loneliness

In a world where social media dominates how we communicate with each other, sharing ourselves to more people became easier. At times, people bare themselves completely without a shred of hesitation and

The title should've made this post easy to write. There are at least a hundred amazing adjustments that Steemit had given to thousands of Steemians directly or indirectly. I asked myself thusly: what are

Often, we look forward to the turn of the year because we equate it to starting all over again. And in the vein of such, here's this poem. Originally made for the now defunct Niume, I'm immortalizing it

With the year about to end, so must other matters in our lives. Sometimes, we have to close one door for another to open. Let the old make way for the new. Rather than the end, focus on the new beginning.

On December 25th of the previous year, I mustered enough courage to post in a community blogging site. What's the big deal though? Well, for one, I have not done any blogging prior to that. What more,

^ Wake up from your deep sleep Wake up from the shadows you keep Wake up from the darkness you are in It is time to move on and let life begin Be as driven as a bee Be free like a fish swimming in the

^ Be patient... A tree isn't grown in a day You need to nourish it So it'll bear fruits someday Be open to possibilities... Don't lock yourself away Don't let the shadow blind you So that you can learn

^ I set out by myself to travel the world letting my feet take me in whatever direction and reveling in each chance adventure as it unfurled New cultures and new people flooded through my existence some

^ Every day, I sit by the window Waiting and waiting for the day when Mommy will come by to pick me up because she promised me so that day She told me, "My baby, be good here and stay I will come

^ My demons follow closely that I struggle As if lost in a pyramid's dark maze my feet drag on and stumble I feel like an alien in my own world In perpetual darkness, there's no moon in my Underworld But

^ Someone hurt you before and now you cower Inside yourself, you built the Dead's monument That ugly alien face that stays on every hour I want to tear it away with every movement But listen, you're not

^ It's a dark, cloudy night inside your heart It feels as if you'd break apart A shadow always looms over you You're trapped with nowhere to run to I know you're desperately sad deep inside A grand tomb

When I joined this community, I had been too busy researching its ins and outs that I'd neglected to do the leg work most of my Steemian contemporaries had so eagerly jumped into. Fast forward to now and

^ Looking out from his tower of Despair He asked himself a question Wondering if he should venture out there Was it time, in his life, for a new direction? When he finally set foot on the outside ground

^ I live in a kingdom Full of kings and queens Where they would all struggle for dominance Never mind having the same genes Each day I would wonder Would today see a war zone? Or would it go on and on

^ When we first took you home You were too silent and lethargic We feared you'd vanish like a sea foam It broke our hearts to look at you Looking small and lost We wondered if we'll all make it through

The struggle is real. I need to start writing. It's been about three weeks since I've started posting. I haven't posted often enough (more like once in every 5-7 days) but it's mostly because I've gotten

^ Mommy, Mommy why are you leaving me? Am I not to your liking Is something wrong with me? See me, see me I'm part of you, too So please don't walk away I'll be lonely without you Daddy, Daddy what about