Poetry/ Stories

My God

December 27, 1988 London, England It was almost time for me to sleep. I laid down on my bed and looked up at my bedroom ceiling. I was pondering of why am I here, of how am I here. My family believes in God but what makes them all say that he exists. How can… Continue reading My God

Poetry/ Stories


The bitter taste of failure the bitter taste of this outcome the bitter taste of your dreams not coming true But is it bad to fail? or is it good? I think that failure makes us strive harder to avoid it. Failure, the misunderstood outcome Pain, the misunderstood villain It all makes us grow into… Continue reading Failure