I must admit, I have a good life. I go to a good college, I have pretty good grades, And every day I can look forward To socialising with my many friends, Talking about whatever takes our fancy Over lunch or a game of pool, And when I get home, I can relax With my games, my family… I can do whatever I want.
But still… Sometimes, I put on My monochrome-tinted glasses. And I start to question my own value. I’m not the most creative type. I’m not a successful writer. I can’t play instruments. I don’t even play sports. And I haven’t found love yet, either…
I turn my black-and-white vision to the ground. Below me I can’t see my own shadow… It has, along with me, been enveloped By the shadows of others, The successes of others.
I want to be successful. I want to make music. I want to write a bestseller. I want to sing a hit. I want to place my footprint on the world. And I want to find my special person. And I’d try…
But the shadow moves with me, Blocking my attempts to escape. All I can do is remember. Remember that despite my good grades, My friends, My loving family, As far as I’m concerned, I’m still
My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Never, in all the pointless days I have worked here Has the air ever been so dull and depressing It tasted warm and metallicdisstopea But not in a good way I turned up early this morning I mean, I hate
Many years ago when my Motherland rock with political unrest, I was waiting to get the final word from those in charge. A young mother with two young sons, one, I was carrying on my arms, he was too little
Our ancient timeless land is in the Southern Hemisphere, so it is now our summer time. Childhood memories of golden days, long beach walks and calm balmy nights are alive and very well. They are shining days full of happiness
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.