Maybe am the one to blame. Maybe its true, I did commit the crime I must admit I lost it this time And am sick
For a fisherman like you,I must say you have a nice taste of wine, Your face is hard and rough, but it was chiseled by
By Cornelius Kipkosgei As her sickle, dim face move aboutBeyond a mass of huge dark clouds,So does the little me go forth and froHiding in
By Sheila Mumbo I’ve mastered the art of hiding my feelings, Smiling when deep inside I want to scream, And let my heart burn in
The depth of the seaIs nothing but shallowFor I drown longer in my tears and sorrows I recall wading through the musty fields of hopelessnessWith
I am Stephen Munyasya, stage name Stephen KE Poet. I am big believer of poetry, I believe it helps me travel in different realms thereby connecting freely with my audience.
The brain is known to receive and process a lot of information at a given time. This overwhelming amount of information needs to be processed and interpreted in a relatively short time. So to what does the brain result to doing? It takes shortcuts. Duh! Ergo Cognitive bias!
By Gladys Gachanja She stood in front of the mirror, watching the tears flow freely down her gentle face, They too seemed to mock her
By Sheila Mumbo My head feels heavy on my neck, I wanted love, lust and warmth, But you keep record of every mistake, Safely hidden
By Nairror 254 Whenever I think about it My heart hurts My tongue becomes bitter My eyes moist like lichens My feelings become uncontrollable The