Poems from NYC4Life88

  The body’s arena. Fires of internal conflict forever ablaze. The heart duals the mind, pursuing a fight to the death. The outcome is...
A flutter of your heart Arises deep in your chest… This feeling is quite common No different than the rest… A glace towards your direction...
The Vault   Bound in chains Such merciless metal Does tear at the flesh Like a delicate petal   Torment ensnares The mind of a soul Whose...
Lights, give me lights The words of Hamlets' enemy Simple but most striking Maybe not literal torches But a metaphorical desire Throw open...
Dreams can be lighthearted Hopeful, loving, and rare My stress became my captor And it bid me horrid dreams. Night terrors of mental traps...

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