Me, Myself & Poetry

All I’ve been yearning for is,To be like my old self again.But,Much less flawed than before.Although nothing in this world is perfect,It’s all that’s left to strive for.Because,Friends I don’t have,Alone I am,With a poem in my hands!I mean,What else should I be doing with my time in a world refusing to understand…How much it... Continue Reading →

Dead Jokerz

Dark skies shroud eyes of a joker as the storm, Begins. As I bat mine, There are no signals to alert my mind, That someone will come by protecting me with, A shield I can only hold for myself on this battlefield I was placed in... Concrete rife with debris from each bomb detonated by... Continue Reading →

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