So Many Dreams I Dream: “Prosetry”


So many dreams I dream Some whisper gently into my conscience, While some go ahead crushing my spirits. Sometimes echoes of past hurt so bad That I cry out and scream languishing in my bed My mind a battlefield of paranoia and Nervousness trying desperately to unravel The mystery behind it.   The other times’ … Read more

Flattery: A Barbed Crown

I never could understand Whether to be flattered; With head turned up to the clouds, Or stand back and be suspicious. * While the fire of criticism, Welds my mind back to sense. Prudence is at risk of being washed away, By the soft rain of flattery. * A twist of your tongue…and, Words rolling … Read more