A poem I wrote.

I have these scars onto my chest.I feel hideous because of them.And so it disturbs my rest. I got them way long ago.When I fought my biggest foe.I often hide them,I despise them. Yet,they make me look unique.They call them my...

Let's just be honest,there is things you need.To be my one true lover and empty of greed.Because love is like a seed,it grows with care. It needs you to always be there.Step is one to accept.That even I have my...

As if the lurid colour photo and dissected analysis of her on my msn news feed are not enough. The impassioned WhatsApp messages of condolence: ‘so sorry for your loss’. The down-turned smiley emoticons of grief that make her...