she was a blank slate

her mind wiped clean

new ideas and thoughts

and motivations put into

her fragile mind Continue reading →

she was a rose

with more thorns

than petals Continue reading →

A note rang out

in the solitary room that she sat in

her only company an instrument

a piano of onyx black

and ivory keys Continue reading →

She cried for herself

for her love

for the unfairness of her situation Continue reading →

Forgettable

I look around my little 8 by 8 room and realise how much of a prison it is; the society won’t even let me have anything in it other than my bed, they think that having a picture on the wall or a photo by my side, just a simple reminder of my life before I came to know these sterile, cold unfeeling walls as home well if I even had one well back to the point they think that anything but the essentials to live  will make it harder to fade but that’s what makes me so powerful.They underestimate me. Continue reading →