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Black Rose

A Story by Kroma

I SEE YOU.. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE.looking out the window I scramble to pick up my mess. I kick the bones underneath the furniture.GOD D****T WHY ARE YOU..

Rip

A Story by Kroma

You know very well who you are, and as you let your lips collide she grips your neck.The old clock in the room ticks as the mechanical sounds remind y..

Black leather boots

A Poem by Kroma

Leather strapped boots worn, weathered, and wetBlack coal polish worked into the hide.such a shine.The whole damn boot shined except for the hole.Blac..

Define

A Story by Kroma

I'm not a artist.Frankly I don't feel comfortable in the same room with people whom call themselves one.Artist is a term people use to call themselves..

I knew nothing.

A Story by Kroma

Once in time the child you where knew nothing, but pain is the best teacher.It was dusk and the sun was tired. The trees whistled so loud the crunch o..

Fallen branches

A Story by Kroma

We all get a little too boring once in awhile.

Flesh & Bone

A Story by Kroma

No true expectations other than spilling my guts.