The title says it all.

You are prepared to ruin it all for the sake of your pride.

Writing is a gift. Not all loves to write. Let us then use it constructively, not destructively. Writing is just like a bomb, can be beneficial as much as it is also can be destructive.

A poem about sorrow, love and fear.

Entitlement.

About doubting…after a bad relationship many of us find ourselves doubting if we will ever love again,but when the right person comes along all that doubt is put to rest…

An explosive moment when anger controls all and boils out.

The process of creating art.

This is a dark poem from a dark moment of mine.

How regret feels and how to get rid of it (: