Perhaps impatience is a product of youth, running rapid, not yet skilled in age, not quite used to the pace at which life evolves. These days I find myself ruled by emotions of distress, and so I write this poem to you knowing that we grow wiser with age, and stronger with time, I’m hoping … Continue reading Dear me, ten years from now
Children are unquestionably the future. I was taught to listen, which is why i find it hard to speak my part. I was taught to obey, which is why it's hard for me to rule the world, let alone myself. I was taught to let fear make my decisions, which is why I am dominated … Continue reading Words of a young man
Let us drop races, raise up our faces And speak beyond our social cages and say we are one. Red-blooded, wide-eyed. We bask beneath the same sun. We all sing the same song, In rhythm with our heart beats, we came from the same love. Now let us profess that we are one. That is … Continue reading We are one
I'm wide awake but still dreaming. Halfway to getting away with being weird but close enough to crashing. I see the tides crashing as I'm ashing to burnt bridges and burnt times. I learnt times change as you flip the page to the next chapter of your life.