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First cup of the day and the sugar-lined bottom Is tasteless, No grains to suck with my broken straw, No heart to sense them. I am slowly drow..

We could get passionate about something, hell, we could make history at this moment. Bending and breaking all the rules that define august, we coul..

An ache between us, the echo of the spaces We never acknowledge, the Long halls and corridors that rest, ancient in age – They only stir when..

any ideas for a title?

another nameless poem

a short one

a mixture of fantasy, supernatural, myth, etc

I knew him. I know that part of me a deep breathing, moving part inside me knew him too well... And I fed on the idea fo growing, of things cha..

Crippling, the way you look at me and gaze at me and try to reach beyond me, into my head where I guard my secrets, deeply. There is a darkness..

I am not a number, some figure to be calculated and measured to meet your image of a woman. Deliberately I cut these ties, break the lines betwe..