poetry
FOR THE YOUNG BLOODED
One day our sun will set And our flesh will become the tomb for wrinkles So on our skins will kiss the dust And our bones shall become one with the earth in solemn silence for eternity We will loose sense of any and everything witty Humour will become...
ORGANISED CHAOS
One day... One day the sky will change colors And the snow will become crimson The mounts will melt And the caves will seek for solace in the heart of the oceanBut even the ocean will be too busy emptying it's content The stars will lose their brightness...
Has anyone ever told you?
Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? And have you ever felt conviction gallop like a lump in your throat when they said it? That’s if they ever did? Did you spew it? Or did you regurgitate the words until they became one with your insecurities You...
Beneath The Blanket
So we laid beneath the blanket Entangled in the sheets Heightened in the heat of what we thought was beautiful What we thought was worth it She was a melanin skinned beauty with lips immersed in rainbow The type you would skip a meal for I always fantasized...
THROUGH MANDELA'S EYES (LONG WALK TO FREEDOM)
Of what essence is life when love is on demise? And of what gain is oxygen when our nostrils are unconscious? Somehow we have become unconscious Cuffed our minds with our own hands We live in a prison called HATE Constructed with iron bars of unforgiveness...
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