Category tears

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]


The rain to us is life from above But what if they were the tears from above? From those long gone and those in our thoughts From our past brothers and sisters that are now long gone The tears on the glass are a witness to this There they stain the glass with those thoughts […]