Writing

A poem of my hometown.

*new version from old profile - see link on my about me*

I clinch my pen, My muse is beside me. Inspiration fills my mind as creative juices flow. Crafted imagery paints a picture. The readers flesh t..

The feelings of two cannot compare to the despair that comes from both.

A humble wish.

Scars. Simple, white, soft, rubbery flesh. I run my fingers with long, damaging nails along them. And despite the anger, fights, fury, and tears ..

A new perspective of him and I: indifference.

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