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First off, this daily challenge was sponsored by the poets and writers at www.talemongers.com *Themes for each day* *Day 1:* Sins of the past *Day 2:* That cold night *Day 3:* Forever's promise *Day 4:* Thoughts of you *Day 5:* Kaleidoscope *Day 6:* Misplaced feelings *Day 7:* Philosopher's stone *Day 8:* Mood *Day 9:* Author's choice *Day 10:* Ode to life Day1: SINS OF THE PAST She stole She cheated She lied She cried She gave up On all On us As a whole But I won't do same I'll overlook her sins For that is in the past Her sins of the past And I forgave Still trying to forget Still she'll never know Because she gave up on life Now who'll sin for her The day after tomorrow? Day2: THAT COLD NIGHT Drip drip drip The water dripped He sat by my side And I tended to his furs My first best friend To live without would be hard Drip drip drip Outside, it drizzled Normal...

My addiction

September 06, 2019

In clusters or alone we stay Eyes Locked on our idea of the way We don't blink, we don't move Only stare Needing not to miss a heartbeat It began as an interest But now it holds great importance A part of our very existence A companion, a besfriend A necessity, a need We've made it to be I see it everywhere It has gradually taken over I agree that it helps But also it destroys And we don't seem to see Because we've chosen to be blind It really is an addiction A call for rehabilitation O generation of today Even if it's only for a day Please put down thy phones Okay , so who guessed this poem was about phone while reading it. I know you didn't. Phones could be very addictive, I'm a living testimony. For some months, my phone was bad and that was when I realised that I actually had a real life addiction. It was bad. I felt alone, like my best friend had died, everyday if I met with a friend that had a phone, I'll borrow it ...

Depression in a nutshell

March 31, 2020

The moment of peace, you say you needed a rest so you're taking it now. You don't want to think about anything but somehow you catch your self thinking. Little yous in your head are having a conversation and you're forced to take the seat, at the head of the table. 'let's listen to them, it shouldn't take a minute'. They introduce the doubts, ask you if you're happy. You think and realise you aren't happy. They remind you of everything you couldn't get, they remind you of the losses. I wish you never listened to them, I wish you had an argument with them. You'll sink in for a while then dismiss the meeting. It continues. Today's meeting is different, you're not at the head of the table. The l ittle yous in your head which you've come to realise are your demons have taken their seat and the wheel. You don't want to listen but somehow you're caged to the spot. They go over everything, tell you you're a lose...