**Crossroad**
In the middle of a bridge he stood
Overwhelming sentiments consumed
his mood
He hardened by the hailing decisions
Nothing to do with the freezing weather
Conditions
Bombarded with confusing thoughts
The 10° below temperature cut across
To leave a sharp mind
And stop the nonsense that leaves you
blind
A war was going on in his head
Blasted with guilt and resentments to
leave you dead
A tempest of explosive emotions
Unapologetically offered no solutions
Aching desires, whispered opinions
Guilted into expectation
Or brand courage and embrace change
This rite of passage is the rate of exchange
B.C.
@bc_writings
**Dearest**
You are the protagonist of this play
called life, so go ahead write the
chapters and don't forget to be strong
when the storm comes because spring
always comes after winter and know
when to be or not to be there for some
of the people you will encounter and
most of all dream love and let people love
you because all and everyone is
deserving including you. Love the sun
and the rain, the roses and thorns, the
paradise islands with its mosquitos, the
ice cream and brain freeze... you'll soon
realize that life is a fairy tale filled with
angels popping when you most need it.
some will come and go and some will
stay. So go ahead and turn the pages
and write positively to ensure rainbows.
B.C.
@bc_writings
**Madness**
To lead a double life has its price
For lies have to be remembered
What to whom, when, where and why
Desperation, madness, a fool's paradise
Insanity is an art tethered
To juggle so much on the fly
Ghosts are bound to entice
Haunting yourself and outnumbered
The probability of a heart attack is high
B.C.
@bc_writings
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The Dwellers Post Issue No 3
PoetryThe time between winter and spring, humanity lost in sorrows, -spirits surviving. The drought of rage is now up to us. The Dwellers Post edition includes works of different genres, illustrated narratives in fiction, creative nonfiction, short storie...
