Poem- Pain

Poem: Pain

No one escapes it It shakes every soul   You catch glimpses of it In soiled pillows, Rainy faces, Burrowed lines, Downcast eyes, Scowls in place of smiles, Heaving shoulders, Gasping breaths, Lost tempers, Whining lips, Complaining voices,   But sometimes It’s so hidden You will not catch it Because it will be buried In Read More

Poem- On the floor

Poem: On the floor

She is on the floor Doubled over Her body going through spasms Not of pleasure but of pain She is wailing But you wouldn’t be able to tell See, she doesn’t make a sound, But if you take time to watch closely enough You will know she is breaking And if you keep watching long Read More

Poem- A No and a Yes

Poem: A No and a Yes

For somethings, No can’t be turned to Yes Not only because of their Letter differences But also their meaning When one says no, They do not mean yes When one says yes They do not mean no But can a no become a yes? If so, How would it happen? When would it happen? Who Read More

Poem - What age is it

Poem: What Age is it?

WHAT AGE IS IT? What age are we living in today? With no love With no peace With no joy With no patience With no loyalty With no gentleness With no faithfulness With no self-control With no generosity With no charity With no Humility All we care about is ourselves Our name Our desires Our Read More

Poem - Whispers

Poem: Whispers

The whispers keep ringing in my head With a garble that is quite hard to explain They keep me seeking and searching Because I need to know where they originate Whispers with such vibrancy Who knows where they really come from? Some say from no where Perhaps that’s why I can’t find where they come Read More

Poem- The Pharisee

Poem: The Pharisee

Haha! You never seem to amuse me Quiet they say you are But you are so cunning You are nothing but a hypocrite Pretending to be who you are not You seek my help But I after I have given it to you You go behind my back And slander me to others You never Read More

Poem - Music made by kings

Poem: Music made by Kings

I love music! Music is a language to me It’s a language that speaks to my bits and pieces It speaks to crevices in my soul And shards of my mind It speaks to the scars on my body And the unknown planes in my spirit When I hear the right music. And yes, there Read More