I scratched my Agak’s apple
My voice box got torn
Still, the bandages won’t hold water
Just crimson seeds of self-hate
So I cry,
Somebody save me
From the brutal I
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I scratched my Agak’s apple
My voice box got torn
Still, the bandages won’t hold water
Just crimson seeds of self-hate
So I cry,
Somebody save me
From the brutal I
A collection of creative conclusions from a very cold California girl living in the Rainy City
Navigating the Turbulence of this Crazy World
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
weaving words between the stars - poetry from a place of love and beauty
If you want to know anything, just read.
how many licks does it take to get to the center?
writing those words which i cant say..
Búscame ahi, donde el viento no sopla, y las noches son eternas
- Inspiration for the Soul and Reflections on Living from the Heart with Joyous Soul Writer and Dream Expert Anna-Karin Bjorklund
Poems/Prose to deal with the everyday horrors.
Leaning back in
Indowestern lifestyle and fashion with a seasoning of philosophy.
The Dreamer and believer
An Artistic Archive
The world in one hundred words
Writer | Editor | Translator
runak jhunak pal do pal :)
YA Fantasy Author, Poet, & Visual Word Artist
They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow, Through EDEN took their solitarie way
Philosophy, Poetry, Story Telling
A burst a day. Writing for writing's sake. Expression of thought.
Poetry by Mandy Williams
'There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.'
Dark and lovely.😁
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Thank you Herbert, Dark poetry is me
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The “brutal” you is a national treasure…
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The brutal me ..eats me up for dinner every single day..Lol!
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Oh, well, he gives you dark and lovely poems…I think he is quite the demon to keep…😂😂😂
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Sounds good, Let the demon bathe in your compliments…the darkness in which I thrive is deluged by lively complements!
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😂😂😂keep writing, bro…will be checking your space…
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Just read your poem ‘A guitar with a thousand strings’…If I grow up, I want to be a poet of your cadre..
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😂😂😂If I mess up my lungs I’m suing you, man…
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Even the Mighty Mugabe has no courts for my demons…
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Hahaha, true story…you make him look like a choir boy…
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Hahaha, I’m zipping up, Mugabe is the mother of all devils, I don’t wanna hurt my demons
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Lol, yeah…he is the King of Spades. How did you know I’m from Zim?
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Just read, sections of your blog
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Makes sense…
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