poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
its funny, because we now live in a world where we are so consumed, so at it with media in our faces. bombarding us with what is, and what should be. Nobody ever questions at why, or how, its like we are in a run against time. It seems like those who go through hell, […]
Does the gushing of the eyes ever stop?Will this burning ever come to a standstill?Will the ocean stop the pain?come bear all its water and wash out the hurt,Will my heart ever feel love?for the love that I pour out for them?Will I ever see my Dad again?More so, will I break when Ama goes?Will […]