Prosetry
How I Survived so far
How I survived. I use my hope to chain down harmful fears While designer perks in my adornments operate as visual metaphors for my expected ends Faith keeps me anchored to the oncoming solution Till Read more…
Prosetry
Pain in my tears
Pain added to my tears Stinging my weary eyes Drowning my frustrated soul All because a friend concluded I was going to die old and lonely. I look forward to the days when I would Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Nightmare Hotel
Creepy from the get go A place suited for shady dealings Come in, go out, no questions asked This is my hotel, no, it ain’t a brothel. **************’********* I hated the place at first sight Read more…