Original Writings, Something like Poetry


Out on a highway that ismade of sticks and stones.There I standcounting all my woes.I nurture a soul concealed inthe folds of a hesitant me.Waiting to greet and toucha sign that spells tranquility. I build a bridge to crosstides and unwavering seas.While pelting pebbles at ankleshoping you will see.I am at the end thatno one… Continue reading HIGHWAY/SHORE

Original Writings

Black or White

You try to stand on your two feet. But you keep falling down. I try pushing you upward. The ground keeps pulling down. You are stained in frustration. My will keeps wearing out. Black or white, you're in the middle. No, you're still in doubt. No one seems to see it, The stars in the… Continue reading Black or White