Molotov

Being peaceful is something I’m not used to.After a few days of silence,That bottle in my chest becomes vibrant,With all I’ve been pouring into it,Glowing as it pops into pieces without a choice to fight it…Because,I ask myself.Why not let it explode?And,Bask in gleaming light coming from the hot embers of a burning soul,Forming into... Continue Reading →

Kingz

*An older piece I had written in high school* Are we all kings? That title doesn't suffice my confusion. I think of it and feel exclusion. Last time that I looked around, I walked out of my apartment doors and heard 100 rounds, By the hands of my brethren. Latino/Hispanic Caucasian/Spanish Asian/African, It doesn't make... Continue Reading →

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