luri

i lost my way back home and
i stand at the crossroad.
"Inki Pinki Ponky", which way do i go.

I sit down and shout watching up the sky.
I shout "Yo come find me ya"

I begin to think,
I tasted every wine in the bottle and
sustained injuries that left me scars.
Yet, i kept alive, the glow of my face and
the beating of my heart.

I am the little miss sunshine, ready to take on the world.
Enter my world, i can revive "Beauty and the Beast"
I am the lonesome beauty with beast all around.

I close my eyes and dream.
I dream of a happier place with blue sky.
I dream of waking up everyday, have better company and
Not to forget a good internet connection "yo".

poem 16

Sometimes I fly free like a bird and
Sometimes I am grounded in the caves.
There, I disappear in the darkness and
Get drowned in my misery.

I was aimed and shot at.
Those hunters are hungry for my flesh.
They watch my move every second.
I remember being hurt and
Making some close escape.

I pray every morning.
I look up for the almighty.
I pray for bits of happiness and a safer sky.
“Gift me reliable souls”- I asked god.

I curse every night.
My veins get engulfed with hatred.
I curse them for murdering my soul.
I curse them for my endless pain.

I am still that little bird.
I have not stopped flying but
I learned to fly safe.
I am still that little bird but
I’m stronger than ever. Waddup.

poem 15

A little girl is lured by the VIXEN,
She led her to the WICKED WOLF.
The little girl, who's unaware of the pondering danger.


A little girl, Forced to believe a well prepared drama.
A little girl fed with lies,
RE-PROGRAMMED to follow the VIXEN'S ORDER.


As the night falls, She's trapped by the wolf.
He rips her flesh, the little girl devoured.
The little girl, her voice is silenced by his cruelity.


The little girl's seen both sides of the coin,
Stabbed by a blood relative,
she escaped just to be the next victim.


She's been hammered and pushed to fall.
The hand dropped mirror, shattered into pieces.
The little girl, dragged and hurt by POLITICS.

MY TURN NOW:
She's not your play-toy.
She's Not your disposable camera that you use and throw.
STAY AWAY, STAY AWAY from her.


Finally,
FUCK YOU- VIXEN.
SON OF A BITCH- OLD DICKHEAD WOLF.
REST OF THE BACK STABBER- FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE.
LITTLE GIRL- I love you, I need you.

poem 14

I am an ugly devil on the rise.
My scarred face and its ghostly innocence.
I am the dark soul born before time and
I howl every night.

I long for faintly souls.
I pursue souls, easy to control and deceive.
I hunt with a different face.
I can disguise as a pious saint.

I sense a weak soul ahead.
“Feed me her”- Shouted my endless desire as
I begin my preparations.

“Hey there, cutie pie”- I lure the weak soul.
I attract her with sweet words and
I convince her with false pretences.
Finally, I bring home, my dinner for the night.
“Victory in the end”- Shouted the devil within.

But today, I heard a voice from inside.
“Confess to the world, your sins”- It said.
This is My confession, MY devil story.

poem

I am walking in a dense forest.
the sound of its silence,
pushing me to further darkness.
I am taking my steps, slow and careful.

A bird comes out, sings me a song.
“I don’t want you”, I yelled at the bird.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Please, leave me alone”,-I said to the bird.

The sweetest bird song cannot make me smile.
A foreign touch cannot comprehend my misery.
Little bird, let me tell you something:

The sun has a job, it glows bright every day.
I have my job too.

1. I smile and fight this cruel world every day.
2. I discover happiness out of misery.
I am the king and the warrior myself.

I rule my kingdom and I fight,
I fight with my inside and I rule my misery every day.

“Little bird, Go Away, Go Away.”

poem

i lost my way back home and
i stand at the crossroad.
"Inki Pinki Ponky", which way do i go.

I sit down and shout watching up the sky.
I shout "Yo come find me ya"

I begin to think,
I tasted every wine in the bottle and
sustained injuries that left me scars.
Yet, i kept alive, the glow of my face and
the beating of my heart.

I am the little miss sunshine, ready to take on the world.
Enter my world, i can revive "Beauty and the Beast"
I am the lonesome beauty with beast all around.

I close my eyes and dream.
I dream of a happier place with blue sky.
I dream of waking up everyday, have better company and
Not to forget a good internet connection "yo".

poem

Sometimes I fly free like a bird and
Sometimes I am grounded in the caves.
There, I disappear in the darkness and
Get drowned in my misery.

I was aimed and shot at.
Those hunters are hungry for my flesh.
They watch my move every second.
I remember being hurt and
Making some close escape.

I pray every morning.
I look up for the almighty.
I pray for bits of happiness and a safer sky.
“Gift me reliable souls”- I asked god.

I curse every night.
My veins get engulfed with hatred.
I curse them for murdering my soul.
I curse them for my endless pain.

I am still that little bird.
I have not stopped flying but
I learned to fly safe.
I am still that little bird but
I’m stronger than ever. Waddup.