POETRY

Dear me, myself and I, Hi. How are you doing? It’s been a while since we last talked. I know that you’ve been busy but

Look, she’s plunging into that abyss Just a feet shy of that darkened mist Her soul, devoured by sadness Her body a willful toy to

I watched her give up each day, I was there when her world crumbled, When the tough tides rumbled her, But I also watched her

_poet Jonteh fit Gastavas Hearts_ They said time is the master healer Have seen many get broken over time Time brings more disappointments and regrets

Said i wouldn’t leave, devastated would be an understatement, She said, ‘But am Staying,’ I say as we lay On top of a world we

We are a trash community Sensitivity our true identify Things said in nudity That is our maturity I won’t leave for stupidity.. Talk it behind

In ancient Greek, it was believed that if the flowers placed on a grave took root and blossomed, then souls were sending a message that

Hey bartender! On your table I kneel, at your mercies I yield Let tonight be the night you finally get to kill But first pour

I found a new start by his side, Through a tough tide , He still stood close, He still embraced me, A light to my