This is one of my earliest poems when I was very much a novice into this writing thingy, probably 2009. Linking the chain of hurt and betrayal I reach an empty strand Without any bead of sorrow Or any shard of glass to cut my hand I wonder when this time came In the lost … Continue reading Wreathing my life
"Are you satisfied with my care?" One of the things Baymax asks every time he performs a task to alleviate the stress of its user. Yet, you don't ever see anyone in the movie ever paying heed to it. We tend to do things for the people we love in hopes that they will feel … Continue reading Are you satisfied with my care?
I was too busy pretending to finally realize that you won. Remember all those times when you would fight and I would always be the one to beg you to be fine and say the one thing I have always said to you. Your ego was bigger than my love, and I can't fight for … Continue reading Another year ending; another me, dead