19
Dec

What is meant to be; Becomes

Painters paint, poets rhyme poems and prose too. I wish I had a chance to win you over. This floodgates from my heart need to be closed before I drawn in my own sorrows, from this feeling consuming me from the inside out. You are gone. Not that you where here to begin with. But, […]

25
Nov

The Insides

Take all that I have known Lord and break it into rudimental pieces and scatter them into oceans lying there on extraterrestrial universes where yonder lies. I am at loss of wits and courage to confess my feelings for this mortal being on whom our encounter has yet been reunited. Not that she sees it […]

9
May

Intro to bimri’s writing (world). 

“I never tried to prove nothing, just wanted to give a good show. My life has always been my music, it’s always come first, but the music ain’t worth nothing if you can’t lay it on the public. The main thing is to live for that audience, ’cause what you’re there for is to please […]