We often think we’re in the right, The other side forever wrong. Our feelings swear we hold the light, Hurt only when we’re cruelly wronged. But life’s not just a clash of rights, Nor battles carved in

The foundation of a free country is that your freedom to swing your fist ends where someone else 's nose begins.

The Sight of You The sight and thought of you Carry me away like the tides, And with each attempt to reach you, I’m overtaken by the waves. Love, truly, is radiant, And with you, it is a miracle. But in

I, hypocrite, inconsistency my middle name, Left the fire burning—don’t worry, I’m safe. That water will quench my thirst, Just mine, so it was never there at first. The goal has always been "me",

Lately, I have questioned my will, Believing its strength, yet doubting its might. Let Thy will be done—I prayed, reluctant still, To yield my heart to the Lord’s pure light. Life is a river, carving paths,

Ours was a coincidence, A tale of right and wrongs, A fiery battle to be won; hence We left our hearts in the open, hung. Emotions ran high, senses tense, In a race to find where we belong. Hate and love

When I look in the mirror, All I see is myself and vanity, The two are embedded in one. Because with each long, yet quick stare, All I see is an amplified version of myself, Or rather, what I want to see.

Hello everyone! My name is Chimax. A writer, poet, and Historian. I'm very excited to be part of this great community. @zaniverse was of great help and support in finding my way here. I'm eager to be part