"If the goal drives the process, we can only go as far as the set goal, but if the process drives the outcome, we will get to places we thought we never knew existed, in a fountain of endless possibilities". |
She was clad in the simplest earthliness
there were clouds beneath here feet...
My love how long have you been crushing me...
how long have you been tearing me apart, like i...
The moon red and the night green
someone said that vultures sing...
Who i am is what i write
ink of black on paper white...
I cannot create vultures that eat
flowers in a blood love Monday...
She, the drum
that keeps my heart beating...
I try to
slaughter me...
It came unannounced
the keystrokes betray...
What is inside sadness?
hopelessness, despair...
Ah she was never quiet
Always shouting in what was the sanctuary of my...
Poetry is like watching a rerun of One Tree Hill, it makes sappy, it makes you ugly, but in the end, you couldn't help but agree to its corky storylines. |
Poetry is the essence of my freedom |
A Poem is an intellect of the heart |