I bult a fort

I built a fort around myself In the vast lands of unimaginable sharing  I enclosed myself in the ruse of my own being; But not because of misery; Be fooled not. I built a fort upon myself Not for protection But for the inconceivable lack Of walls. Be fooled not; However The fort does not … Continue reading I bult a fort

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The innocence of youth

I saw two boys holding hands yesterday Strolling up the school stairs Consumed by the youth That surrounds them   Their eyes: propelled by the light of day Their feet dancing to the palpitations Of their swaying hands Humming to the gentle melodies unknown by the corrupted   after going up the stairs their hands … Continue reading The innocence of youth

Michael P: The undeniable truth about those that are untouchables

Strolling along the side walk at 4pm was part of his unscripted daily schedule, if he ever had one. Michael P. was good at socializing, quick-learner as well. A tarot reader once told him he would live a long life, even though he never believed in the uncertainty of superstition. His charcoal wavy hair distraught … Continue reading Michael P: The undeniable truth about those that are untouchables