The blood was dripping through his hair. A gentle stream of red running down his wrapped arm. It slowly crept down his back. He knew his scalp was tore open, but he also knew it best to feel around it with his dirty fingers. Just keep dragging yourself forward, is what he kept telling himself as he …
tenacity
The Storm
The storm hitsWashing upIt’s harsh tideBringing with itPain and fearThe onslaughtCould continueNever endingA hummingA swarmOf angry waspsHovering close aboveWeary ofIt’s stingI’m tiredTired of this shitTired of itFor my sonsTired of itFor meI’m learningEven ifEven whenIt doesn’t stopI must learnTo …
Krakow Alive
My feetClothed inGray ConverseMy eyesBathed inBeautySurroundingMy sensesMy heartFull fromMy timewith FelipeMy BrazilianSonThe cityIt's groundAlive withRich historyFeeling theGenerations pastThe richnessOf medieval timesComing throughIn the castleArcher stationsPolish lureOf a dragonA peopleHardy and …