It is suffering that shoots streams of creativity out of my heart, and the brokenness of life that explodes my heart into its soul.
one line poetry prompt: “rule”
when morality playssubjectivitythe rulesare lost in suffering
because the earth turnswe are alive
“The time will come soon when the best property of a Muslim will be some…
response to one-line prompt: “habit”
scratched recordsstill playbut oh so stuckin a bad way
tattered pagesfloat on meaningful laden breezesall over the world