Archive for the tag Guest Posts

Poem: False Stage

Away from the truth and hurting A shallow living, prying To be honest, but dying Away from the hurt from the race Im fine on a stage on my pace

An Apology

To what limits can the destitution drive you, then was my turn to experience the thrill and the peace of having you to just talk with.

The Kids Are Sleeping

I have been doing this, marching, since I am a kid. I used to go on my dad’s shoulders and march with him and my mum, as my sister was to small for all the crowd, was just us three.
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