poetry You Can’t Escape Your Reflection 14 Jan 2019 Look at itshades of truth hidden with inkno color present by the linesBorn from scattered hope Unable to cope Love love love love love love lovelove love hate love love…
Our Paradox Our Paradox: Treatment 13 Jan 201913 Jan 2019 Something about this morning stirred some woes within me, curling up inside my intestines for my body to meet. Maybe we all have some indigestible truths lying within ourselves, and…
poetry Our Poem: A Gift 12 Jan 2019 You don't even have to appreciate this token of appreciation,Your faked joy is an immeasurable well of warmth I will cherish,I may have my missteps, but I whipped up something…
Informational Essays On The Subject of Anonymous Writing 12 Jan 201912 Mar 2019 Imagine the extent of imagination that could be pulled from "you" once you pull away from the factors that define the outer image you're forced to project. No stereotypes or…
My Personal Favorites… Our Poem: Gripping 12 Jan 201912 Jan 2019 Fickle and dry, the way your nails pry away at the weakness trapped within your limited mind, Funny how not even a doctor could save you from this bind,Now you've…
poetry Our Poem: New Moonlight 11 Jan 201912 Jan 2019 Dreary and starved, darkness fades to stars,Stratospheric growling for a start,muffled and worn, the skylight gets torn,Ripping open the world's warmth,Breezy and born lives drift by the shore,Babies downing could…
poetry Our Poem: Same Tocuhes 11 Jan 201912 Jan 2019 Love and lovely, bruises that found a ditch Run around your pole, dancing finely near the truth,No one every knew what the sins would prove,Begun rooted at the root,Jailed and…
poetry Our Poem: Swollen 10 Jan 201912 Jan 2019 Pimple, pimple, would it ever pop?Heart full of stolen promise the future never got Laugh tenderly with hope until the moment you dropVolatile and stale we fought,Over the love, we…
poetry Our Poem: Mistakes 10 Jan 201912 Jan 2019 I knew the blood that ran inside of my veins would eventually, one day come running back to that simple, crude, smile,Its like she knows my heart is on speed…
poetry Our Poem: Torn From Us 8 Jan 201912 Jan 2019 Today's morning stained a bit blue, I hope earnestly that it doesn't for you Writing is my methods of drawing out demons work, this pen my power and my words…
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