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 →

Sweet Soundz Of Silence

Who knows why this is happening. The pain. Cold sweats. Numbness in my limbs and heart. All while I lay, deserted, on a bed I've made in the middle of a warzone with a smile... One question does pop up all the time, though. Was that a mistake? I think not. Because, regardless of each... Continue Reading →

Conquerer

All I want to do is fly into a point in space where I can't see Earth. Get away from a planet where I am inert, More often than I am happy. First? I must set a flag of victory in a patch of dirt! Where I grow bigger seeds of faith where I conquer... Continue Reading →

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