Posts Tagged: Writing

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

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Pills of Consolation #1


The desert is the same everywhere. In Africa you find the same sand grains and wind and the sky, which one can find in Asia. In fact, it’s all one big system. The wind that started in the Pacific may

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Pills of Consolation #1


The desert is the same everywhere. In Africa you find the same sand grains and wind and the sky, which one can find in Asia. In fact, it’s all one big system. The wind that started in the Pacific may

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled