Category: Poems

What it feels like to write.

We are our own saviors.

Not much to say with this one.

I wait for success, holding bitterness at bay.

To persevere when everything is telling you to stop.

In the darkest nights, the path is lit by countless dying stars.

If you get it, you get it.

Hope for a stray sunbeam.

Some people, through some cruel twist of fate, do not know how to love.

My love will not inflict pain.