A ghost with a beating heart I've been asked 'Are you okay?' Way too many times. And I've answered Way too many times 'I am fine.' My voice has been firm Quite unlike my smile That trembles For just a little while But manages to lie. I try. There are no cuts On my hand, … Continue reading A ghost with a beating heart
The number in the first two statistics are true and have been taken from here and here. This is here to spread awareness, and not to degrade or leave out men. Smile everyone! Also, leave a comment telling about what problems any one of you have faced. One in every six women has been sexually … Continue reading The one with women.
What has music been for you? Let me know in the comment section below! Enjoy reading. "Music is a safe kind of high." - Jimi Hendrix Music is a language, a medicine and a magic trick. Dance to it. Music was his mother-tongue. His tongue fumbled when he spoke English as if it were a … Continue reading Languages, medicines and magicians.
So I tried something new in which I had to write the poetry in exactly a hundred words. Do read it and leave anything you'd like to say in the comments. "So, what does it feel like to be empty?" "Everyone is made of poetries, and to have that inside of you but no voice … Continue reading Empty hearts.
This is Submission FIVE of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. The woman of substance The tattoo on my collarbone, Attracting the bees around, Is a symbol of my girly bone In the moonshine. My curves are judged In the outfit of my … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (5)