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On that cliff Where blood washes over A soldier's thoughts Where dark clouds are pregnant with bullets All thunder, bombs that went off And lightning the speech...

White butterflies Against blue skies White clouds Against a turquoise dome Rainbows and halos Gifts from an old sun Chuckles of dry leaves Tickled by a gentle b...

we were not bold like this, the drug and I, fact, the evasion of eye to eye, was intense, inept and the intent was to kill the light, or else we couldn't exchan...

We are born exiles into this world.Lonely exiles of oblivion into a cold ruthless world forced to give our existence a purpose- ever since man cracked open the...

Nestled in the cold arms of the dead night. My thoughts hovering over mountains, cold deserts and frozen seas. My thoughts riding hungry crows and Vultures droo...

There's that face of a lady, in a matatu that your mind drifts to, to escape the bedlam and clatter of traffic. It's an island of emeralds, marbles, hazels, ros...

There's that ember among dying embers holding on to dreams of becoming a bonfire. Pushed on by visions of diesel rains. Unfazed by the distant din of reality or...

On a winter's dusk a shy sun seated on Persiphone's glorious ass hurled its golden rays at my frozen face Death's wife walked down a horizon's frozen slopes Dra...

There is something strange about pain. The way it makes us alive to the joys of life. The way memories of it add vitality to happiness and strengthen our resolv...

Dear Diary Once I was 10 years old and I used to sing about making a little heaven down here. Then it was easy. Then it was just a song. Then heaven was magic;...

Dear diary. Today went well. I met someone today. She was nice to me. Thats all.

Some of these moments, Go through them without causing a fuss, Then you're strong and stable and deserve a puff... Of happiness to enjoy life and such a stuff,...

It hops onto leaves From the cold airs of the dark Like a thief it Springs to life In the dead of the night Waiting upon dawn, To kiss the sweet beams Of the ri...

Today I have to sit down - pen on paper, With respect to the efforts that wade you through life's hot pepper Motive neither to rebuke nor praise, Rather to remi...

as it starts from a simple pimple, its nothing and as is look at it i smile with a dimple but the look in mama's face tells a tale not that simple the shake in...

as it starts from a simple pimple, its nothing and as is look at it i smile with a dimple but the look in mama's face tells a tale not that simple the shake in...