excellence is subjective i’m not what they want i’m the adversary excellence is entirely subjective furthermore, nobody dare holds me you see, in each town you travel in each shop you enter in each spot you visit i’m the one you address and fail to remember the following day you hear me shouting for help… Read on
Poetry / all
This is the story or someone who said no, Or at least said no without it coming out their mouth Motionless, she lay, her mind in disarray Did I mention she didn’t move Did I mention he still pursued Used her intoxication for his gratification A lack of words, Spoken loudly with a lack of… Read on
there is a morsel of fishing out for affection in a real sense wherever in america despite the fact that we’re an abyss of adoration naturally – everybody does it so we do it too we hustle ourselves for the brilliant harmonies of sentences as artists and authors we become malnourished for the brushstrokes that… Read on
Does anyone ever ponder on the thought that they were never asked to be here? But we’re shamed if we choose not to stay? We’re Forced to see it through Though it was set up from the start I ask God: Why do you choose to exist? Why must you crave for this monotony to… Read on
In the beginning, God made man And man and woman made me Being stripped of who I am What has that made me? You say I am a woman, You say that I am a blank space that is waiting to be painted As if I was the universe, that holds their jewels as sacred… Read on
the moon is my constant it never appears to change formed by collision she fills in an unexplained manner many a hit she secures the earth like a mother for her young, her untamed tresses reach with gravity her affection and her blood through the blows she manages to gleam, notwithstanding the entirety of her… Read on
