The pen I use Today To Write this Poem May be The plastic...
I’m so broken I can’t even cry anymore I’m ready for you to just walk out that door and not be able...
the feeling of being alien, of, being different .. not one of the crowd.. standing out...
is there a problem on here, my verse ain't loaded.. I keep checking back.. Maybe it exploded...
swaddled a little too tight, I'll ignore the clostraphobia. Alarmed.....,a slap of mud, I'll keep my nose...
Hi Guys, What a fun site this is. I'm so glad you've all taken to me, and adore me so much. I'm...
Monday morning Foreboding , Knowing Long week ahead Trepidation and dread . ...
I read a poem. it went on and on, and on and on.... then some more.. How ever...
I'm not that girl, I'm not waiting in the wings to see you walk past, I wont look for...
His tired drawn talons traced over the scabbed and stretched marked pot belly while his mind...
He watched each frail toe curve across the creased foaming fabric light descending beams of...
With Free-Will, You Make Up Your Own Mind. With Determinism, Fate Makes Up Your Mind...
Someone said: 'A penny for them,' thoughts we waited, the price has gone up, since you last asked it...
