My face is a paradox, a constant frown Not a reflection of my mood, but a permanent crown Maybe it’s the plaster, maybe it’s the genes A factory flaw, a glitch in the machine But people always wonder, why so…

I do not waste my breath on those Who clash for faith or creed They spew their lies and hatred, but They do not have my heed I only ask for one thing, that Whatever shrine you build You open…

My vision shattered, I lost the edges of the world. You are the only thing I see, a tunnel of light in the night. But you are not the moon, you are a comet of pain. You burn me with…

Through the fissures of the ancient gate I hear the echoes of the bygone days I hold the relics of the faded age I stitch the fragments of the lost page I yearn for the sight of the vanished scene…

I used to stammer a lot I used to hide my voice I wanted to speak, but I could not I had no other choice I kept silent for many years Even though I longed to share I don’t know…

In the dark of night, when sorrow grips my soul And desperation fills my every breath I long for a touch of warmth, a glimpse of hope A sign that I am not alone in this Then I see him,…

I came back home after months of study Hoping to find some peace and rest But my room was cold and void of life As if it had been long left The only sound that broke the silence Was a…

I am the sun of my own sky I shine with love for myself I heal my wounds with my warmth I ignore the clouds of doubt They say I am too bright They say I blind their sight But…

To a world, I’m just a shell A stranger, distant, silent I keep my walls up high and well No danger, no contact But those who know me deep, they see A soul that’s different I weep, I cling, I…

We were the flowers that never bloomed We withered in the storm of violence We lost our petals, our fragrance, our colors We fell one by one, like raindrops of blood What did you gain, O Gardener of life? If…

Do you understand cringe? Some loathe it deeply, I wonder why? Does it bite them, unseen? I ponder, now and then, What is this cringe, That some despise so fiercely? An answer emerged: Cringe is their shadow, Their unspoken fear.…

I know my flaws, the shadows I carry, the promises I’d fail to keep. I know my imperfections, the jagged edges, the cracks that reveal too much. I know my scope, how far my arms stretch before falling short. But…