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Oak tree The years haven’t done you any favors and now the sore muscles ache and your eyes are closing on their own. The window is open..

Play Me Like The Moon Condensation on her window. Desperation seems to grow as deception begins to show. Lying to me..

Depression taking hold.

Yawn A yawn, honest as it is useless. cannot sleep unless I write, minutes away from dawn I manage to jot a few lines, Conjure up some rhymes..

Makes no Difference Don’t care If it’s fair or right, dark or bright. Cold or hot, If it ripens or rots; Dead or alive, alone o..

Freedom Is Born A cloud’s tears On the ground, Memory of the sound of a young boy’s fears. Lightning in the distance ..

The Narcissist The best "mistake" I’ve made So far. The most interesting scar. The sweetest lie is often the most cruel. ..

Accompanied Drew a line in the sand -because I can. Pissed you off because I could, Did all you said I would. Still, you’r..

How every writer feels when they turn something in for review or grade if in school.

Grownup I grew up; I know I’m just as surprised! For so long I wore this disguise; I am not a fool, But am I a tool? Laughi..