Poems from Lizaf Asifan
Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).
Freedom; /'fri:dəm/ (noun) The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants.
The state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.
Eden; /...
A lifetime wasted.
Keeping holed up,
Rotting in a cell.
Dreaming - no. Falling under a spell.
A lifeline ignited.
Withered ashes still...
Just nothing.
Doesn't even want to say.
Just a ploy.
Does it to earn 'r e s p e c t'
Just a book.
A mighty pen to write a mighty book...
In an instant the feeling shot away,
A sudden pain, but now left empty and frayed.
One by one, the sky ruptured around me.
One sky,...