Outcast

I've been working through some things lately... Outcast Once again, I stand with sorrow And no dreams for tommorrow in my destitue heart It pains me like a jabbing feeling in the back of my neck. Every morning is a difficult reality of a life spent in sadness. But a twinkling light full of tender … Continue reading Outcast

My Thoughts: Scared to Run Out of Words

Scared to Run Out of Words I took a little break from writing. Because I was scared, worried that I might run out of poetry to make and words to say. But  words are infinite. People create new ones everyday. To describe what they feel and what they are doing? When all is said and … Continue reading My Thoughts: Scared to Run Out of Words