Tag: Poets

Black Thing

I wake up with this black thing inside me I go throughout the day with this black thing inside me And I go to sleep with this black thing inside me

Mornings with Plath

I do not like small talk Nor people who have no depth I like to be alone to explore my mind I write poetry, letters and stories On a typewriter I read Jane Austen’s novels I listen to Sylvia Plath’s poetry On a record…

Past

I could not do it anymore Going back to you each time you felt like reaching out What I need you can not give me I must give it to myself And leave you in the past where you belong

Best Version

Choose to connect with the right people who bring out the best version of you

Real Problem

Sometimes you have to self reflect on why time after time you allow people to treat you like shit. Maybe the real problem isn’t them but you.

Lonely Nights

Facing the days without you I can take It’s the nights without you next to me I can’t bear

No Escape

It still stings when someone mentions your name Suddenly the flashback of you is right before my eyes There’s just no escaping you

Listen To Your Heart

Love cautiously my mind tells me Love always whispers my heart

Solitude

You must learn to be comfortable alone It is the most crucial time to learn about yourself