the wretched : Writing

Heartbreaks a Motherf*cker, but Why Should I Care?

Heartbreaks a Motherf*cker, but Why Should I Care?

A Poem by the wretched


tired of you asking when we'll get back together when you're the reason we aren't.
King of the Trash Heap

King of the Trash Heap

A Story by the wretched


a memoir of a piece of my past
Swim

Swim

A Poem by the wretched


over my head here
The End is Near

The End is Near

A Poem by the wretched


...my heart is dead...
The Old Stone Church

The Old Stone Church

A Poem by the wretched


Within a copse of bristled pines, Sleeping 'neath blankets of white, An echo of another time, Fell within my wandering sight. Though drear again..
And That's How It Once Was

And That\'s How It Once Was

A Book by the wretched


work in progress. I'm hoping this grows into a decent length story. if finished, it will probably be part based on true events, and part fiction.
Time Moves On

Time Moves On

A Chapter by the wretched


Many years have passed since those days, but when I close my eyes, I can still see that perfect moment when the sun crested the tops of the bui..
Far, Far Away

Far, Far Away

A Chapter by the wretched


chapter finished? not too sure yet. sorry for the delay.
In a New England City

In a New England City

A Chapter by the wretched


It's easy to forget you're sleeping on pavement when you're dead tired from another day in the city. As you stumble out of whatever doorway offered..

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Charlie
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