Shapes,Sizes are all different,But,I still sense the same spirit within,Each body blocking my vision,From noticing the possibility to live life without her.Models in their own right representing who I truly desire without a doubt,Searching through the curves of another hoping it's her I encounter.Yet,It never works,Does it?All I'm left with are mannequins possessing a touch... Continue Reading →
The Shut-Eye Of The Storm – Day 278, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Romance died the moment self-love was introduced.Never heard of it once as a young gun possessing a mind fully loaded with an itch to shoot,Off from a mouth as dicey as a gamble,Full of loot we bounce wall to wall for.The drive we wake up with is driven off course,For what we can gain to... 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 →