poetry Kin 4 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 Time can't mimic the similar skin we share does dreary calls of magnificence ever reach your chords like mine?I feel like entire valleys of sanctuary exist between our voicesat times…
poetry SHUT UP AND LOVE YOURSELF 4 Apr 20194 Apr 2019 This is all,why would you look for further meaning upon my drab, lifeless words,stained with the blood of my ancestors, just so I had the possibility to breathe new air…
A Piece of Joy… Piece of Joy #26 4 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 Somehow our torrents drown away any dirt that taints the current Like a soft meadow, entranced by the flavor of innocent petalsallow your mind a calm trance of easeful space…
poetry Our Poem: A Taste 4 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 Among the strato those tongues ripped energy forlorn with waste, fullymistaken hope seen clarity from white blood's purity escape has such a distinct way fallen from grace when wind whispers…
poetry Our Poem: Teeeest 3 Apr 20193 Apr 2019 Why the heck do we gather around this disgusting judgment? as if it dictates my formworn and torn, by the pages we've read by the flowers and scorn daises of…
poetry Our Poem: Crisp Skin 3 Apr 2019 Shifting souls from the fallen mirror's handle scoping the scales by marble moonlight I saw weak limbs glaring back, as we succumb to the soft lashes of moisture that massaged…
A Piece of Joy Piece of Joy #25 2 Apr 2019 Too often we allow our dark droughts to subvert any outer lightpossessing the fuel we once used against sublime truth; brutal like midnightWithin this corrupt passion, our veins latch onto…
A Piece of Joy… Piece of Joy #24 1 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 Sorry guys, I haven't posted a piece of joy in a couple of days because a lot has been going on mentally for me, and I'm finally at a place…
poetry Our Poem: Fallen paint 1 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 wait . . . . . . Doesn't the rain cease time's stain for just, one, single moment?Dust are warrants fuels our torrent of lonely puddles pondering doubts that drowned…
poetry Lies leading Lines 1 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 Cheers breed kind hearts screens found fall apart reflect feelings who kept you warmlike doors, wide open; yet empty escape the box calmly crafted wines wouldn't dream of deathstatic truth…
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