Meraki

Meraki

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Sometimes the use of words hinder that which needs to be expressed. Sometimes.

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http://journeymymadness.wordpress.com
Austin, TX
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Writing

Turning point Turning point

A Poem by Meraki


Mirror mirror Mirror mirror

A Poem by Meraki


Excuses Excuses

A Poem by Meraki


Embers Embers

A Poem by Meraki


Lost Lost

A Poem by Meraki


Dim Dim

A Poem by Meraki


Crush Crush

A Poem by Meraki


Conclude Conclude

A Poem by Meraki


Two sides Two sides

A Poem by Meraki


Anymore Anymore

A Poem by Meraki




About Me

"And she tucked herself away in a corner, quite foreign to the crowd around her and all that kept racing through my head is that the best kind of beauty is the kind that is mostly ignored," -Christopher Poindexter

I'm just me. My name is Najee but call me anything you find easier. There's really no other way for me to describe myself. I'm not very confident in what I do and yes I have a lot to improve upon. I'm young you could say, 22 years old. (I update this every year just saying.)

I started writing in 7th grade so.. 10 years now, (it's been a decade already.. wow) I wrote as an outlet for my depression.

What I want is to be able to improve my writing I have a long way to go I know. The way I see it though, we all have our quirks. Our illnesses our issues, pasts, and occurring events all of which drive us to express ourselves in some form. To the communication of raw emotion we come to know as art. I know you're busy with creating yours but maybe perhaps you could help me by reviewing it, my writing I mean. Please, it would mean much more to me than you think. P.s. I answer read requests I just don't review them unless I have something substantial to say, or if you want specific feedback because I don't really have much to say. Otherwise unto you I say, "write on bro".

Sanity, much like truth, and normalcy, are nothing more than a change in perspective. For the eyes are useless they only see what the mind is prepared to handle.

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." -Edgar Allan Poe


WHAT AM I?: Nephilim WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.