Last thoughts for a dull day.
Saturday night slides inexorably towards its end
A solitary figure stares at the pitiless TV screen
Subtly is long-lost
The summer chill sets in and
He slides towards the shapely but cold duvet
Sleep eludes
Silence deafens
Staring eyes drill holes in the ceiling
The dawn is stagnant
Will it ever start?
Will it ever save him?
All will’s lost
To bring out the best in you ...
Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart
WELCOME TO MY METAPHORS
MAKING A DIFFERENCE, ONE STEP AT A TIME
Always learn from the curiosity within and around myself.
what happens on the table stays on the table
inspirational,philosophical & my perspective towards society.
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Intentionally deceptive
Hello, I am Amaan Khan and this is my complete Portfolio | Weekly fiction and personal writings
In the kingdom of life, with the strokes of the brush, the bow and the pen, artists have sowed their hearts to contrive, fields rivalling in beauty the Garden of Eden.
Independent audiovideo artist
A Collaborative Mental Health Blog
LEO - Love Emotion Own
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Free Verse Poetry, Stories, Art and Haiku.
A little bit of everything
a sports romance story
Stories in the life of a girl with dyslexia
launches a project every month
