The smell of an old book
In the library of prehistoric documentaries Are books bath in dust and web fibers Yet keeper of stories long forgotten And bricks of current reoccurring events The smell ofβ¦
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Silence
In a court of justice, my tongue has been glue for long I've being rendered silent My hands chained and feets held in captive In silent I've suffered unjustly Like mushroom Iβ¦
The Road Less Traveled On
Two roads appeared in the woods The paths divide, less understood by many One was wide , and the other well-trod and bright The edges bore the feets of many The other obscuredβ¦
Why I love poetry
At first I never loved poems, and this was because one needed to connect deeply to every line of it to understand what the poet was saying. It was like speaking gibberish andβ¦
πΎπππ πΊππππ
When it comes to my grind.. I choose a clever mind.. I invest in tools that help me work smart.. Amidst so many task.. From dawnβ¦
Not your average kind of heartbreak
It's red,everything, On my hands, On my clothes, Broken glasses with a state of disarray, My blood, it's my blood on my hands from my heart, My heart bleeds non-stop, it'sβ¦
Incomplete
source I don't know how many poems I've written, how many songs I've sung, But the thoughts of my heart remainβ¦
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