tolarnee

To all the poets writing out their soul, their hurt, pain, To the ones who need raw expression to stand, to walk, to heal To the ones who will only be heard through rough ink on paper To the ones who write

Wow! I practically feel like an alien here, its been so long since I actively participated in the community. Thanks to Law School. Yes, nine months of intense reading and courts and firms is finally over.

What do you think? Of roses and rain and music Light thunderstorms and streaks of lightning Barefooted beach walks Rolled jeans and endless waves What do you think? Of white frills and black tuxedos Little

Sometimes we shut out our inner self to achieve, but shutting it out doesn't mean its not there.. It might just be waiting for its day

These days I have been really fighting and I mean that in every sense of the word. Somehow on Saturday morning I woke up very angry, angry with life and myself, angry that depression pushed me around badly.

Maybe there really is hope...actually there is hope. At 10.o'clock yesterday night I was crying out my soul. I was in the middle of watching a movie and I just couldn't focus, I just kept crying. Do you

Heyy I learnt some lessons today and they were really hurtful lessons You know sometimes you are lonely or unhappy and someone shows up and makes you happy and is there for you and seems like the solution

I realised I felt a bit calm and peaceful so its best I write with a rational head.. Letting go is very hard but I guess its a process I am now used to, I have gone through it too many times to count.

Image So if I am going to do the venting and heart pouring stuff, I decided I might as well do it real and right.. C'mon let's talk about exes Who else hates that shitty cycle of

I think i love what steemit is going to be for me for the time being.. Its going to be a sort of miniature diary and since it will be my escape i wont have to follow the many unwritten rules steemit has..i

Image I remember why i started writing on Steemit in the first place; i was awfully depressed and i needed some sort of escape where people did not know me and if it helped me make extra bucks it was all

YOU KILLED HER! No one knew what she felt How she felt Like she was being torn In a hundred different directions And she had no say on where to go She was a hell hole of regrets A mess of bad choices and

And I have been enjoying my chess game recently...its been so long I played so every victory makes me happy...Chess is indeed the game of life Steepshot | IPFS | Google Play | IOS

Image BLIND EYES Curled by the corner of the tattered sheets she called a bed, tears streamed down her injured face unbidden. She kept trying to use the back of her hand, the edge of her skirt or her torn

Image DON'T DARE STOP! Who says At the end of the tunnel is light? Who says After hardwork comes victory? Who says You will not find your back to the ground Again and again And yet again? Who tells you

I really don't regret taking this short break and being with my kid sister.. So much fun as always.. Steepshot | IPFS | Google Play

A picture taken on my way to class early in the morning. It felt like the rain that would fall would scatter the world. Rain didnt fall.lol. Steepshot | IPFS | Google Play

Image Your words hurt I want to pretend Like I do not hear you Snickering amidst your snobbish friends Talking of how poor I am And how untidy my uniform looks You say it like I am even unfit To live amongst

Image I woke up feeling like hell and all its demons were raging within my brains, I woke up also feeling like a two cents whore. The room smelled of dried up cum and cigarettes, of alcohol and stale vomit,

Image Do I make you uncomfortable? Do you feel the intensity of my gaze and think my pupils are twin pools of mystery and ancient caves of dirty secrets? Do I dominate your dreams and invade your fantasies?