Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My praises aren't just given, they are earned.
Mistakes don't just happen, they are learned.
My pen may cut like a knife, but in the end,
Only you can make yourself my friend.
So as I write, carving out my craft,
You may feel cold and it is my words that bring the draft.
Please keep in mind it is not my intention to harm.
I don't want you to sound the alarm.
Perhaps it is my concern for you that keeps us all afloat,
On peaceful waters in a leaking boat.
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
