The dawn
The Dawn I am truthful to you, to my pen, to my readers. You can call these pieces part of my autobiography, a fiction, horridly
The Dawn I am truthful to you, to my pen, to my readers. You can call these pieces part of my autobiography, a fiction, horridly
Say what you want I am intoxicated Like a canary in the hands of autumn's wind An orphan and a drifter And don't oppose To
I looked into the eyes of these martyrs and I paused for a moment … A moment that lasted as long as history itself …
“Hold it right there! Where is your id? Step out the clouds of pink sky, please! Did you know you just abused the words
Even now when inexplicably I think of you, something blooms Like a time-lapse reel of a lush Unfurling flower And I awake in a city
I returned to my grade school I returned to find myself amidst the laughter of the children in the playground I returned to find
I thought I'd come to hate The unfulfilling feeling Of waking beside a loveless Human being Too proud to pleasure me — And it amazes
this bridge fortified by generations of toil and tears is my home walk east walk west neither direction is mine those who have never been