Author Archives: Don LB

With pain, love, hate and experience I came about to write, I came about to put my thoughts on paper. I studied tourism after that I went ahead and studied Journalism and media.

‘Scars,

I am alone in the dark. To as I release my heart. A soft whisper; “Are you enough?” breaks me apart. As I carry on I feel my soul depart. Here, with the black sky, flowers bloom like art. With hollow light I see my lost rope. I reach out for a little bit of life but can I reach? is heaven near or far? I don’t know the answers, I can’t seem to help myself but the scars I have, within me and on my body seem to direct me closer to grave.

‘Scars,

I pray

I pray the lord 
My soul to take 
Above it all 
The stars that shine 
In the dark 
I see the light 
I'm to young to die 
But to old to live 
I pray 
To myself 
I pray 
I would've been lost 
But they heard my cries 
99 problems 
But I'm not one 
I want the peace 
The freedom 
On top of the change 
I held back 
Its been a trap 
Its something I lack 
To be true 
I'm caged 
I'm locked up 
In my mind 
And open doors 
97 the year I see light 
97 the year my life seizes to exist 
I locked up the violence 
God has to rock with my plan 
99 problems 
But I pray 
For change 
I get emotional 
To think how far I've came 
But no one sees my life right 
I'm not shallow 
But deep 
I want the peace.. 
 Done by LB


Art

Beauty is fine art 
Life is rough art 
Art is pure 
Undescribable 
Poetry 
Music 
Painting 
Art is life 
From the street 
To the neighborhood 
From graffiti 
To the galleries 
From my mouth 
To my book 
From a note pad 
To a big screen 
Art is a definition of life 
In a thousand words 
Its my art to write 
Art.. 

Done by LB