Sleep escapes me I close my eyes And it’s morning.
Expressing yourself is simple. Let yourself be heard.
If you look at the colour if my skin You will never be happy because of what your family thinks.
We use poetry to guide ourselves and others. We don’t consider it coaching but, a way to share our truth. If it agrees with you feel free to use it.
Poetry is not objective, no matter how much we try. Like the students in the classroom, poetry too, needs is own path to flourish
When you have loved and lost, is it possible to love again?
When the King is asleep the peasants will sneak.
A moment of whim we glimps into the oceans of grim only to be redeemed by the love from within
You Chase money hoping for a Better life But your thoughts bring up a bitter knife That cuts through the
Falling in love is not a destination that you reach. It doesn’t know time or space. Falling in love is an everyday thing.