Bless the children. For in this world, They have no choice. With their little voices,…
Browsing: Style and Rhythm
In my short life, I have come to realise that I know very little. To…
Do things have to change? Do things have to pass by? Do things have to…
I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered Heaven’s door, Not by the beauty of…
A vacant bed still scares The memory of your smile Stabs like pin on flesh…
The rain has stopped now, and The sky is cleared But the tide remains at…
I know you’re a virgin who didn’t know what men do with doors, what men…
Rats are cars with four legs and a tail I call loot, Rats are cars…
Dawn is all yours my son to readjust your sail and achieve more than Columbus,…
The poetry in his eyes was fetish and fictitious He wore white on Fridays and…