All I do is write, create and make stuff I think is dope.

My would be trip to Singapore

– Scoot Airlines (A Subsidiary of Singapore Airlines) is the worst Airline – Expedia is useless when it comes to helping their customers – Hotel V Bencoolen goes against its own policies Imagine paying for your trip to Singapore at the beginning of February. You use Expedia to book the flight and make reservations at…

Community

There they lay, inhaling the sweet scent of dew resting its weary soul on the tips of grass Beads of water reflecting the light they receive back to the sun as they let the wind pass The wings of butterflies kiss the air as they decorate this blue sky they are looking up at An…

Mislabeled chances

He awakens by water splashing on his face Any sign of comfort dissipates without a trace Bodies stacked upon sleeping hope Tears fall from eyes unable to cope The smell of death lingers in air stale with pain As he looks at an endless blue horizon, he prays for rain The water they brought is…

Through the leaves

Concrete to his back a field lined with trees to his front The wind in his face and peace in his heart The leaves dance on the murmuring kisses the breeze provides Pessimistic eyes scour the sky as if on a hunt Searching for a flaw that will allow him to tear it all apart…

The power of stone

Edged in stone were promises defiled by time Laws of nature we left behind  Claims of truth that rang through the dark Arrows of justice that rarely hit their mark As the waves crash on this shore They break as sudden currents invade their core Whispers of lies dance on the salty taste of reality…

See Through

Maybe it’s the clouds that dance in the sky Maybe it’s the wind, that if you listen close seems to cry It could be the whispers of the people who were here before me The awkward glances they throw, as if they hate me All of that, makes it feel like home without the walls…

Dream a little dream of me

They sit in their respective chairs And as the conversations dares To go into a place where one feels alone His counterparty strikes a chord shabby sewn Easily unraveled but covered by dirt and gravel As his feelings tell him this is eve’s apple So at this thought, he does naught but glare Until it…

The price of fame

There were thousands of screaming fans waiting for a glance From a man who was entranced by music’s romance Hailed their jubilation as their bodies played their role Their worries unfold, dancing to the rhythm of his entangled soul A new artist, yet he feels his spirit getting old As the connection of love she…