Month: March 2017

They call me by the name of stink. Though I have a primrose in my holey red cap. I strum my old guitar with few…

You talk about the Lord and stuff and think your walking that walk that you strut! But not from my side of the fence do…

Next the world of work makes the grown up boy a slave of work, Whether education, interest and work, coincide or not. Repression or depression,…

A heart was never made to be taken back Once it has been given away, no matter how hard you try. You sit with its…

His first glance to a girl when he was a naughty boy in his village thatch school. Her glamor dragged him to the tuck shop…

In the sultry evening Though the breeze is strong Walking wets body!

I suck up all the good around me and focus it all within I try to feel something warm yet it turns to cold once…

battles won many battles lost battles inside my heart battles have me falling apart these wounds these scars; they are ours a silent battle of…

I am writing. a new chapter. I haven’t yet gotten to you. but I know I want you in it. I want you to be…