n the twilight’s glimmer, I write my dreams. Verse flows like a moonlit brook. Yet to taste the complete embrace, Of a life where words have a place. Hope whispers softly in every line, Future’s canvas, pure and lovely. I wait with a sincere heart for the dawn of dreams.

The rejections I have been receiving, hurts alot.
I use them as a motivation, for I know one day, my dream will come through.
In the meantime I’ll continue to pen my beautiful verses.

I feel stuck, for I was never an outgoing child.
I preferred to stay indoors with my head buried into a book,
reading my heart out.
If only, had I realized my passion earlier on,
I would’ve certainly been better off.
Instead of dragging myself to a job I’m only entertaining to pay the bills,
I would’ve been doing what I love all day long.
This is something I’ll always regret.
I hope I didn’t miss the bus and will be able to become a published writer one day.

The news shattered my heart into pieces,
hearing that you were gone,
caused me to lose my appetite instantly.
We were close, and you were best cousin I had.
Even though there were times we fought, we always made up in no time.
At your funeral, reality really did hit me;
You were really gone.
It ached my heart to see you lying there, so helpless.
I couldn’t hold the tears anymore, I allowed it all to flow freely,
As I cried my eyes out in my mother’s arms.
You were really gone,
and I was never going to be able to see you again.
But I know you’re resting in that beautiful garden on the other side.
Continue to rest in sweet paradise until we meet again.

Life at work is difficult,
for I feel the most uncomfortable while being there.
It surely isn’t my passion,
I’m only settling and enduring all of the unnecessary discomfort;
just to pay the bills.
I find my peace in poetry.
I enjoy sitting alone in my corner where I csn block out all of the negative noisez;
so I can pen beautiful pieces of poetry to share with those who care.