A hundred cup of tea
To cleanse my vanity,
A lifetime of regrets
A drawer full of debts.
A room with broken lights
Of bugs and bedroom mites,
A home crumbling into dust
Shall fall with a sudden gust.
An empty house I once called home
Now on streets I solely roam,
Darkness filling my very soul
Finding peace in pitch-black coal.
Foolish am I to trust so much?
Of false friends who had dared to touch?
My faith is but a penny's worth
Of sweet mistakes and hell on Earth.
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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.. "