Mind cloaked behind Obsidian Veil
It makes me wonder,
A mask of smile that makes me frail,
My heart is falling under.
Twisted thoughts of irony
It makes me fear,
The truth behind such felony
Of tales I cannot hear.
Strangest of strangers
I am a moth,
Behind a smile lie unknown dangers
Seeking flames for my cloth.
Honeyed words meant to delight
I lose my wall,
A willing victim without a fight
Of words meant for a fall.
Tainted truth hidden
Tell me, my dearest friend,
Of sins that are guilt-ridden
My soul is bewildered.
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Being a professional freelance artist and writer, I love pushing the limits of my creativity, using the powers of the written word and the art of the visual world, to compel people into thoughts and actions.
These are the collection of my creative writing works, some are featured on sites like Helium.com.
" It is passion to inspire that moves me into a writing frenzy, where a brief pause is spent on a moment of reflection on the many creative ideas that can be expressed into written and visual forms... and the journey goes on.. "
These are the collection of my creative writing works, some are featured on sites like Helium.com.
" It is passion to inspire that moves me into a writing frenzy, where a brief pause is spent on a moment of reflection on the many creative ideas that can be expressed into written and visual forms... and the journey goes on.. "