My First Aid – Day 185, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Every poem is a bandaid placed on a wound until it heals.Blood drips,And drips,On a page onto the next until the stains disappear in what I call a field,Of dreams,Our souls manifest against all odds.To be a poet means,To put an end to your facade,And,Face everything that makes you cry.Until you smile internally,Externally.Excavating every ounce... Continue Reading →

Black Lungz – Day 169, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Tar and regret invade your nostrils as each stick is engulfed into flames.Such lack of consideration for those walking by just,Searching for a brighter day!While yours is clouded by a smog smothering your mind in a haze,Of deceit,Knowing every worry won't easily fade away!With each puff into the sky.But,Still.You lie,To yourself,And,Anyone desperate to run from... Continue Reading →

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