A Writer’s Creeping Age
Age, like the flow of sin upon skin, imparts its wrath, and at some point unrecognised I am, skin
Read moreAge, like the flow of sin upon skin, imparts its wrath, and at some point unrecognised I am, skin
Read moreSo much I took for granted, and tainted what could have been, one touch, one moment, the transformation of a
Read moreThoughts dissipate, sun-drenched, and grass grows with a stretching whisper, echoed the voices of child play in the quiet space
Read morePerhaps I’ll bide my time with you, you’re pretty enough, so I can at least attend your words, for lost
Read moreLowly do I walk my shameful life, incumbent ruse and malignant strife, as do I find my views inept,
Read moreLife may get worse before its gets better, as enlightenment often comes from crisis, and that is what is on
Read moreThe difference between proclamation and simply being, is a great divide, as the former infers a different intention, and that
Read moreThe epitome of ignorance is denial in the wake of personal delusion, a landscape shaped to oblige the desperate, flailing
Read moreTravail, yet beauty profound Hauntingly beautiful, exquisitely unique, a world in profusion beckons a heart to keep, its purity in
Read moreNo saint am I, not for the want of trying, yet that darkness still exists, deep in my crevices, a
Read moreTo feel, an endless potential… The afterglow is fine, like floating upon clouds stilled, and bodies sigh in release, thankful
Read moreThe bottom never reached… Falling faster and faster, weightless in rushing frantic air, and impending that collision, that hard ground
Read moreFading embers… A Fading Love Goodbye… Is it you or is it me, or perhaps a universe unwilling to set
Read moreFor many, life on earth is an exercise in futility, life itself ignored, for the pursuits of self and all
Read moreBrittle is the facade you hold so tightly, hoping to find acceptance, your plight pitied and evident, to all who
Read moreCrisp Quiet Ease of day released… Quietly resounding like a distant melody, a sweet honeysuckle wafting breeze, as day turns
Read moreHer thoughts were like bullets, pinging in her consciousness, and grasping them almost impossible, yet she spoke, as if her
Read moreWithout Love…there is no meaning What matters, in the end, is far from what people live in life, and often
Read moreThe Hole… we can escape Claw as I may to the upper rim of the hole I’m in, just to
Read moreMedusa ~ For all time she will wear the mark Athena placed upon her head, Once beautiful banned to
Read moreAnd still the echoes resound in silent moments, when life is wanted quietly pensive, just to breathe in wake of
Read moreHow wide the girth, how deep the cavern, where abyss claws open our darkest secrets, where none shall pass to
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