Muscles carve into my bones Like hot, bubbling gelatin Legs are filled with pebbles and stones Dragging calcified iron bars within Shoulders fall with under the weight of the world Dangling arms, weak and insecure I rest my head upon my pillow Looking down at my world below Books and boxes everywhere Memoirs of moments … Continue reading Exhaustion
What are we? We are a generation. A generation of dreamers who are told to walk when we can fly. A generation of poets who speak of nothing but truth. A generation of scholars who are censored through education. A generation of learners who know nothing and everything. A generation of thinkers whose thoughts we … Continue reading What Are We?