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It blossoms it dies No one yet sighs live amongst the dead pedals believing the...
There are those we do not know who in distant places toil To fill our days with rays of hope...
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When the creative well runs dry.
What shall i do if ever the creative well runs dry
Does...
Some days my mind is drunk on life So many hyperbolic drinks to sip From creative...
I am the master within this dream,
Upon a cloud Within a stream,
Dancing...
Just because im a writer, Doesn't mean, i should smell bad, Can't remember, the...
"Earth contains soil"
'For the seeds to grow, Your mind its creator, to let beauty...
How do you do it Creating characters so splendid Your imagination digs deep and comes back...
The kid in me Is trapped by reality Trying to be set free By the words to create a new...
Patter..patter…rap…
I’m so full of crap Spewing the latest nonsense… ...
Click- click-click, The flashes turn on, A lot of photographers Black, white and...
lets sing! About the life before us.... our voices join the ancient chorus our...
I don't know if I am a writer so much as a collector of words, of prose, of sayings and wishes, of...
I was always a child of the darkness, For it covered up what wasn’t there. What it held and...
I swim into the sweet oblivion of the ever conscious bending of the skin...
I open wide to be...