Love
my new...
I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...
I was writing like someone talking on fox
Moderators put me in a penalty box...
He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...
To forget or not forget
Neither is my question...
The Power of Words
Forever her words linger...
I find that I am burdened,
by a weight that goes unseen...
Eyes
stare out...
Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream...
So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Creativity flowing
Etching ones heart in paper...
A downgraded nation,
fallen...