I look down at the abyss/ Somewhere down there/ My salvation, cushion/ Safety net, soft landing.
break in break out if you shout out they will call out your mouth your mouth break in break out i know you're right your rights your rights they know what's right what's wrong in here is wrong all through what's been what's been your ruse your ruse what's wrong in here or any where … Continue reading asylum
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: Uncertainty Father's Day is coming up, and this poem is dedicated to my Appayya. He has always been the person who like things planned, likes items placed just so, doesn't like to take risks, likes to do the tried and tested. When I started making life choices that are outside … Continue reading Dear Appayya