I am awake on my bed but I did not even sleep last night because of my broken heart that bleeds all night. What can the preacher preach that the teacher did not teach as I reach for greater heights like the lakers, I turn my back on fakers who don’t want to be givers but always takers. At war with myself because in this life the only person I am hurting is my self that is why I want to be by myself and as I write this piece I have found peace, I exhale and inhale to release the pain nothing more and nothing less.
I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
This fake city encounters a thundering moment; I go down coveting a mating call from an explosion of hallowed questions, with no answers. Stones were after all stones, not gems of knowledge. How can you make a universal elixir figuratively
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul