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The East/West Coastal road dream, is it still alive?
'The East/West Coastal Road Dream is it still alive???'
East/West Coastal Road Dream, Is It still alive?
The dream of the East/West Coastal Road In the Niger Delta, is it still alive? As we seek an answer to this question, I'll dedicate this month to express my thoughts.
My Mind asked,
"Hey HS,what are you thinking?
Are you planning for a change?...
This is a poem which describes the life I lead! And am totally proud of it. Dug a little deep! Hope the last few lines remove the melancholy!
This is a political piece I wrote today 7/8/2016 regarding what's going on in the world today
About a weekend of camping with friends and hallucinogens
This is a long piece about depression and addiction and coming clean to myself.
This is written about growing up in west Virginia The experiences that shaped who I am today
I try not to, but that is just the way my engine runs
Who is my neighbour?
Is it the one that lives next to me,
That is near me day by day?...
This is about life in general. How writing can be an addiction at times. This is about my habits. About moving from downtown in the city to a suburb.
Moments that will last forever. remembered in my heart carved into my mind scented into my skin
words that eat up the time all consuming in my mind capturing all scents leaving me with no comments this is the eclipse of my life, a phenomenon that rarely occurs every day.
A narrative poetry about a man who never planned in the right path. Latter end was regrets
What could be more wonderful than an oxymoron, or the fact that a coin has two sides? I mean isn't it wonderful when something thought to be purely one thing shows an opposing side; a beautiful side - making it seem out of place? Enjoy!
A short poem of i view life.
In the darkest moment of life. there is always the light that can brighten your part to give you another try.
How does it feel to portray who you are not?
Is there something in our infant years that makes us grow up differently; separates the strong from the weak, the valiant from the cowardly? What makes us the way we are? Or was it something from our mothers' milk??? Enjoy and please comment
How he mixes my words. The irony of loving writing and and your one true love leaving you speechless! Speechless and bound by his love to be his loving slave until eternity. Hahahahaha his driving me crazy :)
Fallen lay beneath the great pines
Autumn grass yellow, brown and scarlet
Mare mourning waters the forests...
A poem for my older brother who was murdered a little over a year ago...