An Ink for Words
It's a collection of the words and lines that aren't resting in my head and probably from that muscular muscle in my chest, too.
It's a collection of the words and lines that aren't resting in my head and probably from that muscular muscle in my chest, too.
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
How long can you hold on when every molecule of your being begs you to let go?
When I was eighteen, Metaphor became my bestfriend. He held my hands tight, making me marvel around the world through my heart, letting me breathe an ocean of emotions, pushing me to unwrap bravery by showing me that Words can mean Courage. That Words can mean Create. That Words can mean Confidant. That Words can be s...
Every poet is trying to send a message to someone in secret. If you would only learn to listen, you'll know it's for you.