They read my poetry all over the world Nobody likes it, or pins it, or cares It has no...
I love my freedom of speech I love saying anything I love being me I love the way...
Here comes the stories when love departed disappointed destroyed all disciplines of...
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The dark side is constantly calling, even if all things thrive in the light, darkness comes...
I carve my pain in ink and ash,
where shadows dance and memories clash.
A ghostly...
I document myself for thee And all the ways I love you gradually. To the gods, I beckon this...
The open chair sits there becoming an awaiting Can you come near here to the...
The crisp chill of night, a graveyard gray
Where granite sleeps and shadows play...
at 5:01 AM in Northern Hemisphere out of hibernation, sans mancave, I will climb ...
We don't have to talk about it...
We know the Journey that brought us here..
The World is...
In halls of wisdom that shine bright
An English teacher sheds her light
...
Necessities don’t require confinements
It’s what you value beyond life that will cost your time....
the scattering of words verses so penned to the scattering of thoughts seems lost as...
initially crafted June twenty fifth two thousand twenty four affecting me to utter "oy a...
Star cracking in the burgeoning void with my Hysteria shackled to my Stigmata Unpleased in...
I can't believe how blind I've been. How could I blindly not see what's always been in front of me? ...
On top this mount Waiting for the end. His tired hands, Could no longer tend.
