Biography of Reshad Scott
I grew up in a family of five. The youngest of two siblings and supposively the smartest out of all two. I enjoy writing, drawing, and playing competitive sports and games. I love fishing, my main hobby as for I wish I could do it everyday. I live with both biological parents since birth. Working on my future as of going to college. Currently 18 and wanting to be an Artist.
Reshad Scott Poems
Do You Believe
I have heard stories and dreams of the unexpected Only to think about if it's true or not, What is our purpose being on earth, if Our lives are being controlled by the government and violence
The Lover's Bond
It only takes a spark to cause a hurricane. The natural flow of energy between two or more persons declaring their right of feeling. It's like a horoscope
The universe is a vast space of curiosity. The unknown secrets waiting to be revealed to the human eye. Hundreds of galaxies breeding new life in the solar system watching the stars as we do. Balancing the nature of time as infinite.
The First Time We Met
The first time we met I was in a pound And I was in the comfort of your bedroom
One Kiss Can Create Bliss
I am longing to see your face, To all the places that I left a trace. How can I feel your presence, when you're not even here. It's like a miracle, how things just suddenly disappear.
You know I don't get many moments like this, moments to tell you how I feel.
Question And Answer
I question too many things in my life, I can't decide whether to give up or move on My life choices are worth risking, but Are also worth regretting,
My Offering To You
A choice is to be made... Which is also now dear to you. To think and speak of every attempt to Create a real human heart under our own eyes.
Feeling Of Regret
How can one live... knowing that he or she is thinking about their past, All the missed opportunities and doors to happiness, Trying to make up ways to repair the anger they endure
Heart Is Forever Empty
The heart is forever as empty As of it of its passengers, The continuous rane of doubt It conflicts on itself in order to keep pushing onward,
A Blank Space In My Memory
It's only a blank space in my memory once I begin to think about it. Segments and pieces that have gone missing in time due to the unfortunate events. How can one measure time, if time is just an estimate of how long one's been living. There isn't a true sense of self-worth...
Distance That Lies Between Them
Heart Is Forever Empty
The heart is forever as empty
As of it of its passengers,
The continuous rane of doubt
It conflicts on itself in order to keep pushing onward,
Knowing that it has the ability to stop whenever
It chooses not to because...
Its purpose is to serve those; Just as those of a beating heart.
Stopping the flow will end one's session
Leaving them immobile to the life in which they thought they were living,