life
Bright blue skies clothe inner city lies.
There’s a quitter entangled in, “how many times I have to try.”
Curious to know your real motives,
Hands over my eyes in disbelief when I seen the real molders.
By MV I was fortunate to walk this earth with my feet To the earth will my elements go Back to dust for someone else’s being, once I’m deceased I…
By IS If you could rewind time what would you do different Would you have gathered the tools in life to influence and make a difference? Would you have listened?…
By AG Why the old cry when the young die? And when the young die A newborn opens their eyes for the first time Crime is programmed To the mind…
By KC I swim with the flow of the river. The cold water cools not just my skin, but also my worries. I can barely hear over the rapids. I…