Per-nal

rewrite narratives

  • The Man of Diamonds and his Grief

    when he retreated, it’s not the fear of them,he looked cold and weak, condemned by hem,misanthrope, nonchalant in every theme,uncaring and selfish, that’s how he’d seem. yet beneath the bright lights, sharp and keen,and radiant streaks of his diamond sheen,where… Continue reading

    The Man of Diamonds and his Grief

  • My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative

    I say my truths! My eyes are open,if not heard, I scribe them with my sharp pen,though it is sharp, it does not kill,it does not hurt a home, it bends but won’t break will. It does not cost someone’s… Continue reading

    My pen, The Galaxies and The Narrative