chapter one hundred and five: they weren't in our way
a fight that leaves you with only pity
only brings pain..

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chapter one hundred and four: questions without answers
there are times in life when you go by thinking nothing bad will ever happen
then there are the times when you noe, without a shadow of doubt.. that things are doomed to fail

sumtimes..
i feel life is like this...

its just so damn sad that it has to inevitably end
but..
how do you want it to end??

i noe that not all fairytales end with a happily ever after..
and that in love and life alike, is not alwaes rainbows and butterflies..

is the cost of happiness too high a price for me to afford??
why do we chase that which is elusive and imaginative??
why all the gimmic??

on the real yo..
nothing lasts forever.. not even death..

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chapter one hundred and three: summer holidaes
dear summer,
this comes abit late..
im sorry for not posting on time..

but hey..
better late than never right??

happy 16th!!
may the year finally be good to you from here on out..
illy

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chapter one hundred and two: mic check one-two one-two
i am only a fighter
in the form of a writer
in the form of a poet
potency in the mic..

lord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been
so slightly passed em, like the letter "n"..

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chapter one hundred and one: outsider
ther is nothing wrong in being a crow

rather than being a caged bird that has forgotten how to fly

im fine being a crow


an outcast

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