Poems from London1AB
What sets a soul aflame, is the breaking of restrictions
when one is finally tired of the limits of their own affliction
who wish in their...
Hidey holes and peek-a-boo
hop scotch and bases
These are the days when all one had worry about was the shadows in the corner and...
They don’t know her
Although she stands on the frontlines
They don't know her
Even as she navigated through the times
They know nothing of...
I am here
how is that possible when I once was there
alone in the corner of the room, staring out the window.
I am here
when I was once...
Flow. Allow the droplets of inspiration form words upon the page.
Growing with intensity. Its beat in sync with the rhythm of this age.
Let...