On a very hot afternoon, the sun was almost roasting my skin out of my body. It was 2pm, I was going to my house from the market. I waited patiently for bus to take me home, while I was waiting, i saw

I do not write poems About the world we see Because the world we see Does not interest me Landscapes inside my mind I find worthy of words Internal curiosities appeal to me I am bored by birds, and clouds

He thought that he had been evicted like a raucous Irishman, late once again on the rent, his belongings and furniture strewn on the lawn His cold, deadly stare and ruffled red, said the same, with haughty

While the globe crawls as S L O W as my bill is thin, I've got places to go, sunsets to chase and mighty, invisible wings to feed, so bring on the sugar water! Feathers flickering furiously; sweet Jesus!

Sometimes I wish that I wasn’t born with a tall, magnificent, towering horn Because I might be killed soon while my horn were torn. Every 8 hours, one of us is dreadfully killed, Only to make their dream

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When I manage to make it silent a strong belief enters my heart that soon everyone will know who and what we really are A strong conviction of my soul all will understand life and mind cheap pleasure will