Staring into the truth

It’s staring back at me, staring with so much silence and couth.

What can I do? What can I say?

For me and my bleeding heart have chosen to stay.

Trapped, forever trapped.

In your mind twisted in a thread I am trapped.

In a last effort to regain my shaky balance I snapped.

Scared and afraid, I brush off my fear and sorrow.

They can never know.

They don’t need to know.

Why sh...

Hands that never touch, mouths that never meet

Humble yourself, have a seat

Why say much, when much says all

For ways of wanting I must fall

A pattern, a web of life

Whether love or strife

My heart belongs to the people of love and hate

Connected, bound by birth

Here we step, our home is the Earth

Judge me once, judge me twice

I care not, for I love you thrice!

A great wall, or is it a layer of ...

Sitting atop of a hurried slope covered in pleasantries and merriments stays a home for graceful radiance. There it was always sunny and there it was bursting with many bright colors. Early mornings and hard work was rewarded with cerulean blue petunias and peachy walls embraced with positivity that would never quit.

One could find themselves feeling a loud sense of longing, or maybe envy for a...

Centuries of wandering in a world rich with suffering and pain was always enough to lead someone into a certain confidence they could never reach otherwise. Dark things could still sprout the light.

Except dark things was her friend, Demona. There was no other life in her mind that could charm her more than one of the familiar ravens and bones. Taste the victory and never go back.

Find yours...

A loss of one life, yet a gain of another

Flourish into something needing to discover

A gentle creation, born for education

If not what I want, then for my reputation

Yearning, aching, practically starving

For what? Hopefully something charming

The beginning of everything does not dally

And in this case they all say it’s right up my alley

Whatever I want, this is the true finale

Train stations o...

Deep in the backroads of a young, yet mad as a hatter poet’s mind was where all things unstable and unsafe lay. A mere folk who dare to enter and who dared to face the tragic madness often found themselves questioning their health and the bounds of their own hearts. So instead of the challenge, most left it alone like a beggar on the streets.

This young poet by the ugly name of Adofo was not si...