While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.
I imagine the stars in the universe, I imagine the clear blue waters in the ocean to rise, I imagine the forms of the leaf as it prints into my hand, I imagine you as my subjects that rings as it enters into my mind.
How many letters shall I start forming words? What figures and faces shall I start drawing into my canvas? What kind of style will I use to create a poem dedicated to you? How much time do I have to finish this writing I wrote about you?
Will you be the first to read the things I wrote? Will you be the first to understand the words I formed? Will you be the first to feel my feelings I have deeply included? Will you be the first to let me know how hard it is to become a Poet?
Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That
When you stop crying over little things, and try to strive everything towards comfort and ease, When you clear the problems,and have the guts, To face every situation and overcome, When you start working towards excellence, and learn that nothing
I am an American Poet coming from a long line of creatively challenged penman and women A Poet Prince relinquishing the earthly flow of jobs and declarations while punishing establishments organizations that diminish the fabulous flow. A lifeline for civilizations
A poet Is someone who just paints A rainbow of Eros In the raining skies of the lovers Beyond their horizon of lust, Below their zenith of thirst. And Someone Who lets them imagine The preponing of all seasons of