Yearnings unfilled
Hollows me
The crowd cheers on
Laughter deluge my cries
And none saw
The silence, the tension
The dying embers
The shredding of life
I walked home dead
Suicide note wasn’t found
Dem hypocrites cried
Distant relatives became close
To mock me
Wasn’t it stupid?
They ask
Couldn’t he talk?
When nobody heard when I called
Nobody pulled my hand
As currents swept me under
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.'
Death lurks in the corners when it scents no helping hands near a bleeding soul. Great lines, George!
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Thanks Sunith. We’re blinded by normalcy, we can’t inquire why shoulders droop and faces get weary…the result is people die n rot in our midst
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