I know a quiet girl so shy, Head down, she rarely speaks. She fears the world around her— Anxiety's technique. ♡♡♡ Her salty tears shroud bright blue eyes, But no one sees her cry. The corner is her friend for now; She prays pain says, “Goodbye.” ♡♡♡ No hope in sight, her eyes snap shut; She dreams a little dream. Creating worlds where she'll belong— A rainbow-colored scheme. ♡♡♡ She'll dance on clouds and find her voice;...

I am not sure how old the thick glass door is, but it might be from the early eighties. I swipe the access card, and the push bar lets me free inside the apartment. Waiting on the elevator now for the second floor, and I hear chattering behind me in Hindi. I peek through a long hallway behind a wall. And at the end of the hallway, I see a group of people in decent clothing, and each holds what appears to be the holy bible...

He sits wide-eyed, staring at an unmarked page Tapping his pen on the table, adrift in thought Confined by his unoriginal ideas. Words fly through his mind like pigeons "It feels too familiar," he whispers reflectively He pauses noticing the silence of his surroundings Putting his pen at the ready, A dot of ink forms a perfect circle on the page He begins to write, A broken home, divorce, suicide, financial defeat All pou...

I have written few films recently, I’m now committing a suicide I’m messing with the ‘R’ word, Oh God, bless me! Six major religions I plan to focus on: Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon and sigma. Beta guys hate the delta ones, Epsilon members loathe Alpha. Gamma is against Sigma. I memorize this all the time! Even before I begin my story I'm supposed to divide my screen time hexagonally More important than plot I'm tol...

Yeah, I'm more then a poet cause I'm an artist and a writer. I'm a lover and a fighter and my son provider. I have a habit of my own of graspin' words with my fist. See, I'm a talented unknown and unheard of lyricist. Look, I'm as real as this art. So no poet could ever diss me my feelings come from my heart And I flow it so effortlessly. I'm more than a poet that's how I feel deep inside of me- every line and combine it...

Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They always smoke and drink. They live with many women. They are nasty creatures and governments hunt them.” The boy looked sad. And he said nothing in return. He decided to...

‘We approach each other, I gaze in your face, I find your lips tender, as we kiss in a daze. Again and again we kiss, with each more yearning then before, Then, I awaken, I am alone, yet not so alone as before.’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms,...

I The silos were all so visible as I traveled the road taking me to the Ketler’s farm. Like giant missiles, they rose into the air like tin gods ruling the very ground that grew the grain they were meant to hold. Not only were they the only edifices on the landscape, but there were also many barns and plantation houses, three-quarters of which were enclosed by white picket fences. It was a picture perfect moment as I drov...