I am collecting all the thank you I have ever received. I’m gathering them up to burn it and have
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together
Peace stood still like a tree Asking the wind to call all nations both bond and free. A valley of
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river
I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes.
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake.
A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it