I Dance
Do not be fooled when I dance Born to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined with stars.. When emptiness invades my heart sinking with heavy dullness, I dance When keeping my head above the waters…
I Will Stop Loving You
When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count all the stars in the sky When all the trees’ leaves wither And the earth…
Unkn(own)
I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve not known. The words pouring…
In This Godforsaken City
The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live in wooden houses, brick ones, painted building, muddy cottages. We live in owned mansions—we also live in a rented house…
Nostalgia
We all ran the corridors together to make sure we were always ahead of the headmaster. If one did get caught, we all took the blame being ready to be held accountable for every one’s mistakes. This unity is something I was willing to give…
The Fire
In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving more fuel for the pyre Each log, as it’s placed, sends bright sparks in the air, chasing tendrils of wispy…
Golden Giant
Who is sitting in the heavens and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smiling? Golden staff in his hand flashes a dazzling light. Ah, the flashes of lightning- interweave over my head… I walked into the crystalline…
Forever Young
My heart is forever young A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give I try to be nice as possible as I can Of peace and love I am a great fan Life…
Masquerade
Life is a masquerade, People wear masks Everyday, every week, Every month, every year, Some wear the mask That presented their Deepest, darkest emotions Like rage, hatred, sorrow But most people Wear the happy mask And open it when they’re alone Safe and sound in…
Who would feed the Orphans?
My heart is a pancake, Shared by the poor and homeless And there is a poetic spot, That belongs to the orphans Who are covered with my blood, Seeking for a home, All these ages I wonder, Who are those Orphans? Then I found the…