It was a regular lets-ride-2-hours-in-a-metro-to-college day, and just like any other everyday metro riders, I contented myself to the fact that I have seen everything that a station has to offer. From being frisked by tired-eyes, semi-yawning officers to the half-naked, dirt-on-clothes children with a few roses or a foot long pen in their hands….
Three Questions…
Why is it? That we could never follow The plans deemed to fit But now seem hollow.. Why is it? Too hard to understand The simplicity of life When they seem complex in our hands.. Why is it? That it has to be planned? When sometimes random Works just as grand. When…
The Dark Beginning
For years I laid in the dark No hope for faces Deep cut wounds and bloody marks. For years I kept quiet How could I speak? It was a one sided fight. For years I died a little inside Run? Escape? Where would I go? There was no place to hide. Now, I’m hollow. Just…
EVERYTHING in PIECES 