How can the end just begin
When I was just promised a tomorrow
That day that never comes
I spend my nights begging to borrow
Another minute or two
With people much like you
People who care
About little moments like these
Tag: short story
Story| Short Poem
The story did not have a beginning
For it was always a continuation
Of another’s end
The King| Short Story
Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy
He sat on an elevated chair
Screaming at his subjects
Feed me
Alas the king was a child
The Child Within| Short Poem
The little child hides
Scared from the outside
Where the air can touch his skin
So he stays hidden within
And you age
Forgetting
That you are the key to your cage
Differences| Short Poem
The difference between you and me
Boils down to geography
I was born somewhere far beyond your sea
And so you see me differently
…
The difference between a citizen and a refugee
Is just
Another disaster of this world I see
Miles define who we are and who we can be
…
If you weren’t born where you were
Who would you be?
Getting Older
The things you were dying for
Are the things you don’t want anymore
Freedom
Wandering soul
Where do you wish to go
Who of all
Told you that you can do so?
Freedom is for fools
And so you chose to be free
Cut these ties away from me
New Paths
They say there are no boundaries
At the bounds of imagination
But all they can see
Is that path that was already taken
Fools
Our dreams were so big
They thought us fools
Our path was so new
For their old tools
Yet we pave a foot after another
And we create new dreams for others
To follow
For they think their dreams are too big to come true
You Are The Savior
My pieces that gathered to make me
Often say
Help us to help you through another day
…
Never give up!
Stranger Paths 