A young writer of 17 who ponders deep within her soul and pours out emotions which dance with with plain words, binding intimacy and attachment between them .. Welcome to my iZone
Your health has deteriorated, and I watch still For every moment you inhale, my spine welcomes a chill I watched a close companion suffer, as she watched fate take hers.
I beseeched my inner soul and questioned my identity Who was I in this planet without serenity.
Hello fellow writers. My name is Hazera, born in Barkerend, Bradford and raised in London, UK and I enjoy being a citizen in a multicultural city because heritage is more than my name.
A love of delicacy, the mystical glances, a turgor of emotional excitement. This love swoops in the summer air of sunflowers' bloom and caresses the lips of nature.
Hear it with a passion, it never complains. It gets shattered easily, yet it carries those pains.
Wake up, no morning tea. Just a few crumpets and some water please College ID, and a lucky charm around my neck. A few books and pens, nothing high tech.
I would of turned a smile but every little part of me burned with agonising pain A pain that keeps growing like cancer, slowly killing me as I walk, breathe, live But why live.
I envy to dive under and discover the pearls in your vastness of melancholy blue As the waters open into the distance, the surface multiplies as far as the eyes can possibly view Since I found out...
I have always seen your sorrow through those smiles you used to display Now life has took a swift turn of events and I'm left hanging, thinking of you everyday I sacrificed what I loved most to...
#Halloween Winds blew north where the sycamore trees stood still, where Their fairly ovate leaves danced as they willed.
Go on, hide your face. Hide it well. Reality can scar you Scar you with blackmail, harassment and the bitter truth. Guilt and self esteem, two different dimensions.
O dear one, how you have sold your precious minutes to capture me I breathe your scent, nostalgic moments intertwine my greed and hope grows to ponder over me O sweet darling, how you have nestled...
Marriage nourishes the greatest weakness we all have: Love.