My Poems: The Old…
Here’s a sneak peek into the poetry book!
Me, Myself or I
Me
the one they all see
the passionate, the driven
the determined
the one shown in the day
the captivating sun-ray
is this me, or
Who I am supposed to be?
Myself
Me in the morning
caring and mothering
nice and funny
ready to help even a martian
but am I even a morning person?
and
I
at night when the ray dims
I pick at my skin
sad and thin
wiping the mask away
revealing the skeleton within
thinking which one to be tomorrow
when the sky undergoes
its transition from dark to bright
which will I be?
Me, Myself, or I
The Letter P: Power Passion Purpose
Warning!
This is not your stereotypical Instagram/Pinterest poetry book, written by a 19-year-old girl.
This poetry collection is not all about love or heartbreak. This book is a collection of poems that can describe the struggle of being human.
In it’s three parts, “Power”, “Passion” and Purpose, it elaborates this struggle with poems about societal power and power dynamics that affect one’s well-being, passion, love and heartbreak between one another, and last but not least, the moments in one’s life that determine someone’s purpose.
This collection of poems, stories, and epiphanies of life itself are made to help you embark on a journey through peace, pain, problems, paradise, progress, power, passion and purpose. Truly feel, see, and touch the power of the letter “P”.
and the new…
Now this is a rough, unedited, unpublished poem, that I wrote recently that I would like to share with you all… I hope you enjoy! ❤
Why do I have to die to be remembered by the prison which is my mind is open to no one locked in my forever cage staged and afraid but once death come realized Open your eyes! You are remembered by there's a calendar date a day just for you to remember you but why do you care now? now that I'm gone and there's nothing left to do but when I was trapped with the bombs closing in you did nothing and left me to die ... all so you could just remember me by
Remember me by
Why do I have to die
To be remembered by
The prison
which is my mind
is open to no one
locked in my forever cage
staged and afraid
But once death come realized
Open your eyes!
you are remembered by
There's a calendar date
A day just for you
to remember you
...but why do you care now
now that I'm gone and there's nothing
left to do
but when I was trapped
with the bombs closing in
you did
nothing
and left me
to die
-
all so you could just
remember me by
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