poetry for the damned.
We, the silent ones. We, the thoughtful. We, the reserved. We, the angry. --- We, the different. We, the humans. We, the children. We, the misfits. --- We, the peacemakers. We, the brave. We, the romantics. We, the non obedient ones. --- We, the abortions, of a corporate orgy. We, the unknown heroes of tomorrow. … Continue reading We.
When I was little we had two little parrots, one blue and one green. One male and one female. The blue was mine and my sister had the green. They were staring from their little cage, singing and staring us for hours every day. Eternally jailed from love. Singing and staring us. The blue and … Continue reading Birds.
the tavern philosopher You know… My life has been nothing like small victories into mediocrity It has been a forced laugh in the sad lives of my people Small victories in bombarded field My heart injured and blue Heavy as 100 tons in my chest The sadness of survival flying above our heads In a … Continue reading You know…
