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What is home and where does one find it?

he entered a warm and sweaty somewhere, pale, silent and gaunt; you stared until the glassy blue rain within him washed away the flowers in your e..

I'm falling into wonderland The colours here so bright Cotton candy, carousel rides, Tents striped with red and white Floating ballo..

Nail file ominous in my hand, Droops down, reaches for skin. Rough, ruthless, it itches about Skin flakes flying 'nto the thin. Th..

It meant something to me. Those words, thoughts unspoken manifesting themselves as actions. At the end of every sweet kiss, he'd bury h..

A metaphorical rambling of a time of woe

Something dark taking over me- I wonder, what could thou be? That sucketh light from across my face, Leaves me staring with a most strange daze; I..

Memories are trodden over by time and they are real no more

Bland, dull, spewed out after a long period of not writing.

To those tormented, God, Pray, Shackle their troubles. Delusional souls- spare May they see themselves for Who they really are. Let not those ..