Wasted.My soul. My time.I spent all my days Chafing my fingertips To make the rope That would eventually becomeMy noose.But had I not done this, The w..
Her eyes like shattered stained-glass windowsWith rain pouring through the cracksHer pale skin scarred and brokenFrom all the knives plunged through h..
This is sort of poetry and prose mixed together. I wrote this for all of you lovely writers who might be feeling a bit like I am right now, so I hope ..
Our souls were likeThe eyes of childrenLong beforeCareless hands stirred theDust that settled in the Bottoms of our hearts.Out of sight is out of Mind..
It's so hard for me to create an adequate representation of my emotions through words, but I am proud to say that this poem expresses perfectly what I..