📝💭 It's incredibly difficult to focus when you have so much you want to communicate but can't find where to start 📝💭

Those who follow me and religiously consume my hurried raw pieces know how unconsisent I can be. They are aware that me and this art of spewing hidden pain don't really get along. That it is true we have

Anyone who writes will tell you that writing is one of the hardest things to do but also probably the easiest. It is a skill that requires a daily polish to retain its initial sheen. That is equivalent

I am finding myself getting lost in reflective pieces and spaces. The art of looking at things from diverse angles is becoming more appealing than my usually strict way of thinking. Life lessons are opening

If we were to sit around a campfire, never mind that in my thirty something years I have never experienced it, I'd be the adult munching on her crisps nervously getting her many words straight. I stummer

So. I have been writing but not posting and to prove it, I have four different pieces. Two stanzas max. But being the creative I am, I am going to turn into storytelling poetry. Tell me what you think.

The Mature One... 'We should write something and post it this time. I think three days is a long time for someone who claims that they write to not have posted something for the kind souls that take time

I am looking for myself in between the gloominess of recent events and this profound dissatisfaction I am feeling towards anything I am creating. The deafening five day old silence on this timeline is

Dear moon, It is almost morning hours as I pen these thoughts and since you rule the night time, I gathered I should be addressing you. It has been two days since my last spill and my mind is throbbing.

A luxury hotel that contains more than twenty floors in the middle of this city, I never even imagined at all, that one day I would enter its lobby. But look at me now. Walk leisurely out of one of the

Taraz is responsible for stirring up some thoughts around a few things after reading his engaging story/piece on hobbies. My hobbies are nothing we can discuss today as I myself find them odd. ...does

I have been floating around here consuming whatever I could. The fresh poets on the chain and some deep reads waiting to be found by an exploring eye. Some relatable to a point of draining anything substantial

Dear reader, The voices in my head push me towards unexperienced pens as I scrawl my unsifted thoughts. Some are a few sentences long while others fill up pages. Raw and uncensored emotions painted in