Scrawlid : Writing

The Bluejay

The Bluejay

A Poem by Scrawlid


Construction boots. Yellow. Painters pants- brown. Splattered, artistically, strategically. coincidentally similar to a blue pair of dockers. Strai..
Elle est Enchantee Dans la Masquerade

Elle est Enchantee Dans la Masquerade

A Poem by Scrawlid


The belle of the ball in the bathroom mirror, of a hotel full packed with uncertainty, Sees her reflection, nverous, but smiles. This is the ..
Stained

Stained

A Poem by Scrawlid


Laughter lines run in gritty stubbled pavement; A little girl follows in pursuit. She runs, skips, sings, in joy! Spinning circles, ruffles rustlin..
Anti-theory.

Anti-theory.

A Poem by Scrawlid


I get it- I get it. I don't fit in, I don't believe, I continue to 'sin' and I refuse to change, for the sake of a well-known fabled name that I..

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