Poems from doyilani
My mind winds through the fabric of time,
like the river carving over its ancient path.
Unconsciously flowing it always seams to travel...
Don't tell me my dreams are dependent on a twenty thousand dollar tuition fee. Don't tell me, you scored high in this and low in that, so...
The stress of perfection showed upon my face as I gazed at my reflection, but I wasn't perfect. I had become a master of deception, writing...
He asks for drink he asks for bread,
Some give love some turn their backs instead,
"Alcoholic" words of stone thrown towards his head,
"...
The path started concrete in the land of the dead,
Step by step it turned to the color of red,
Tired eyes gaze upon the river turned black...