Snow packed mountain topWind in my faceTrudging through this bitter, biting foeSunlight blinking up at meJack lacerating my toesTrudge on, Trudge onSc..
Have no ego where to writeBut where pride is laid asideEgo burns true and brightHave no power where to prayBut where laid this vanity asideFeet are hu..
I took some inspiration for this from a piece by Ana Sophia titled OCD.
Howard Hughes suffered from OCD. He would repeat a certain phrase over and ov..
How is it, that you possess the gall to call my work your own?I am creative beyond my own knowledge, everything I write, or paint, or draw, belongs to..
He too tested the leaf Brawny Stout Stable He rested his might upon the table Accepting his strength without give Firm Strong Stern It pressed against..