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"I let the words form themselves, they flow through my veins from my mind to my hands. I write what I feel."
Anonymous

»Legacy for my unborn child«

Jun 9, 2017

You will not see my name in history books, / Nor will a statue be erected in my image. / / No road will be written in my name, / My home will not be an attraction for Tourists. / / My contribution will go unrecognized, / And my existence will befriend my flesh. / / I have endured hatred and disbelief, / To… read more »


»Broken Spirit«

Nov 9, 2015

I used to be creative, / I used to write what I feel. / Now I have no character, / I have no feelin…  sign in to read more »


»My World, My Music«

Aug 22, 2014

Singing along to the blissful melody of jazz rebels / as I inhale red paint from the dripping wet brush of employment, / the eye of heaven looks down on me / sizzling on a winter afternoon barefoot in contempt. / / Alone in my world / I would sneak a dance or two before / the shades of darkness are drawn…  sign in to read more »


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