Melancholia of The Drunk

  Excuse me! Can I borrow your pen? Mine has hit writers block. I hear yours has its ink overflowing. Is it free? Can you lend me? I promise I’ll give it back when am done writing. Or maybe. You can assist me write a tale. Can you? Yes! I knew you wouldn’t say no.… Read more

Originally posted on I Am Poetry.: The first time we kissed there was no rainbow neither the feel of butterflies dancing in my stomach. There was no music: nor golden specks of sun rays in the morning as it perched through dew. The beaconing of hope and flicker of desires of what was yet to… Read more

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The Decoys in the other side of town & The Morning After!!! “The city lights shine so bright, but no matter how bright, we still find ourselves trapped in the comfort of alluring darkne… Source: ©Heart_Art_Poetics Presents, Read more

Is eulogizing one when they’re still alive death wish When we live in a war zone Where women sire sons to be crucified by nozzles of guns for all they’ll ever spit are nothing but bullets tongues brazed by raging fire they breathe When the weight of a gun is more familiar than the feel… Read more