Writing is what i do. I may not be good, but everybodys gotta start somewhere. I live in a COLD country - Sweden. Proud African:) |
Four phone calls made,
and still she sits with her head hanging...
I hear the chilling sound of the whip in the...
i hear my own voice cry out...
I order you problems:
to please fade away...
The tears they run,
slowly down my cheek...
Now how do you start a poem that cannot have an...
how do you find a soul with no fault, not a...
"Somebody, Anybody, Nobody" |