On the train we all share something in common.
I walk on it every day, I go and I see no smiles, no happiness, just bodies thinking, we are all in another world.
It is the moment we can’t run because we can not get faster, so we thought in our lives and our problems, we are apathetic, we are traveling in thoughts.
From time to time I look around me and see the face of people and think “Everyone has a story to tell and I would like to hear them”
I was indulging in the history of I Am The Darker Brother when I came across a poem that engaged my complete attention. The poem was called Nikki-Rosa, written by the talented Nikki Giovanni herself. It was a blunt free verse written about the times of inequality between the majority and…
My life as…
This story that I am not talented enough to narrate
Unlike the countless stories I’ve read
Since I learned to read.
It would be a story of failure,
About all the hearts that I have never broken
All the sadness that I have never made people feel
And all the tests that I didn’t pass.
(Source: aftermarchpoetry)
(Source: thegloryaftermarch, via thegloryaftermarch)
Reasoning?
To me, a bicycle represents growth, courage, and independence. I was nine when I learned how to ride a bicycle. It’s a late age, I know but I am not ashamed. I was afraid, afraid of messing up, afraid of hurt, afraid of scars, and afraid of falling. It took a lot of work, guts and…
your name lives in
the space between
my tongue and palate,
swimming in saliva thick
with words i dare not speak.
