This poem is a Magic Spell to Turn master Poet Barda Gales into a BUTTERFLY.,.when the Footless...
Sleepwalking... Painting by numbers... Takes a good soul... Not to be cynical......
Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire...
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I have canyons in my heart. Bottomless and wide. I am much more than I appear to be. I...
Otherwise known as a pyromaniac wannabe.
Both parents, but especially my father – the renown...
Whose pain is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe...
The y Are Coming To Get you They Are smart Cunning...
here we go again another poem thats gonna be wrote, higher than a ballon this rhymes gonna take off...
I remember hitting rock bottom in life so low and alone i wanted to end my strife
I became...
"My heart is driven, by this decision, to stay sober, to stay alive, to breathe...
In middle school I tried to kill myself two times... I would wake up an cut myself.. I was addicted to it...
Who can Comprehend from Health to sickness The pain of suffering Upon the...
Her minds not right, Lost in her own facade. Prying eyes fuel a hateful heart, She...
A blurry Image The ceiling The water Around me I'm feeling ...
The touch First soft Light, sweet Somewhere between Petals and pink soft...
Way back before this baby boomer waz astute countless decades before aye became long in the tooth,...
If I hate to communicate, will you say my pain will go away? If I pray to stimulate my own brain,...
