Fighting a lonely, ‘black’ battle with no cartridge but courage. Fighting a lonely, ‘black’ battle with no cartridge but courage.

Nauseous in bed with a painful throat, I can’t get out of my psyche Nauseous in bed with a painful throat, I can’t get out of my psyche

a short poem about bitterness of lies a short poem about bitterness of lies

The life of a weight lifter is always painful. The life of a weight lifter is always painful.

We often come across plagiarists who swindle us of our own creations, leaving us frustrated and help... We often come across plagiarists who swindle us of our own creations, leaving us...

I wonder for what I ride I ride the journey of life I wonder for what I ride I ride the journey of life