Rinasekhon

Gliding against the pathway of poetry and wondering what was the special recipe that kept me moving forward was the afterthought of sharing my work and story out... Writing was never something I have ever thought of doing cause always believe I might be one of those people who belong in the cooperative world of business but after sinking my pen into the justice of poetry it made me realize writing is so much important than just hiding or being the lonely girl of hopeless thoughts

Sculpture of Adrenaline

Trivial of old goth digging in the barge of Bible


Caressing was the ordinance of harassment being pitched has a touchy subordinate being thermal  of all arbiter and flashback of the prospects 


Marvel underwrote by the bloody deprecating forensic days of almost too perfect indication 


Pinning each casualty by its arrangement of the section was judged by the drawn arch of distinct law in litigation of indication 


I wanted all pieces of pies to be all that could be left in the earl of one great morning 


Hushing myself to bed knowing new people will be the next suspect of the vulture 


Yet being long far gone and not able to speak my voice the most coward thing I had to do 


Slight's of act yet dress like a pandering self was something people were persuaded or endeavoring to raid 


Pictures were burned under the very old ground of heaves 


But why hell was the bold assertion of mistake and foremost empathy to hazed yet being punctured to the rubs of ribs


Being forbearance like you  know being a prey was the only way to withstand 


Yet survival skills was not all they have I'm old on us in the picture of sexiest of one series of dreams 


Yet I wonder what are the holy acts to be called 


Seeking misery was not the leap of entitlement I was willing to intercede receive graciously 


Golding and holding was me being fake over our lustful youth 


Seems like you have already comprehended the hidden message going as a far jar of jam being flurry


Going hurry was the rule of considered wind 


whine while the blood of old wooden oath was femish by the hallucination of war being the silence justice of pigments of grey and hue


Call your family if u have considered yourself Cinderella's of all touch of hard work and dedication


No man should bring children into the world who is unwilling to persevere to the end in their nature and education


People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.


Rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men


The key wasn't to uplift humanity but to puncture its hole to understand its philosophy 


broad of the old white colony was the mischief of its grave loyal yet underestimate the aligns of rules that lead no setback in the world of utterly weird of passion


foreisty of floral