Cassandra : Writing

The Fall.

The Fall.

A Poem by Cassandra


Life changes. So do people.
What Would They Say, If They Knew?

What Would They Say, If They Knew?

A Poem by Cassandra


Can't please everyone...
Bandwagon.

Bandwagon.

A Poem by Cassandra


Instead of "genre" I wish the word "theme" was given; then "religion" would make a lot more sense as my submission...
Stranger in My LIfe

Stranger in My LIfe

A Poem by Cassandra


Sometimes it's only blood.
Patience is a virtue.

Patience is a virtue.

A Poem by Cassandra


I need to heed my own advice.
The Greatest Gift.

The Greatest Gift.

A Poem by Cassandra


Three years later and you're still just the same. Silly little human.
A Tale of [Who?] in the Form of Haiku.

A Tale of [Who?] in the Form of Haiku.

A Poem by Cassandra


Sometimes human beings irk me.
Remember, it's all in your head.

Remember, it's all in your head.

A Poem by Cassandra


There's only one reason I tend to lose the creep-off...
Stab.

Stab.

A Poem by Cassandra


I wish I could tell you what you want to hear, but then I would be lying and that is a sin.

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