I'm someone who writes because words help me make sense of the world. My poems come from the rawness of life—the feelings we often keep hidden, like grief, heartbreak, and the quiet struggles we face every day. I write about the messiness of being human—the complexities of our emotions, the way love can heal and hurt at the same time, and how nature often reflects what we feel inside. Through my poetry, I hope to share a little piece of what it means to be vulnerable, to grow, and to find beauty even in the hardest moments.
I see your eyes like a sky
But the shade of, is not blue.
It's an orange sunset sky
Where in I'm out of the blue.
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What if humans feel only bitterness?
Is it the endless rain, or the feelings barely seen?
As some grow exhausted in the downpour?
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