Where does one start his journey t… If a picture is worth a thousand, nowadays in public housing, it would only say, “In God We Tr… But it is never enough,
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
Shadows, A sad man’s reflection all to hide his complexion you can try to run or hide but your shadow is your dark side
I don’t understand let me through let me through I have two hands just like you yet mine have been scarred and bro…
To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…
The pencil my blood And paper lined the same Like each and every vein They carry the graphite I used to write through the night
When you say you’re by yourself you need to look around. Maybe reevaluate your mental healt… If I’m so rich at mind, Then i better share the wealth.
Waves come and go while the tides forever roll clocks turn, and the sun will set Always under the weather But I’m not ready yet
I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside
I hear all the wind, whispers and… For only the wise listen to the ea… With no intent to reply, Only to understand. Why can’t I be like that wise old…
We all sit here and take a look. Comparing lives on a fake book, seeing how you’re photoshopped fac… For what, just to pass some time.
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
what do you see, what do you see when you look at me? atoms and particles bending light? and what about the night? Do you see me as I see you?