My imaginations fabrications take to me to a fairytale land in a parallel space Only my deep inner adolescence could give the come-on to such
Category: poetry
blank paper
At this moment in time, I am not specifically exhibiting any true feeling A lovely thing as it means that I am not expressing anything
rig-or-mor-ti-phobia
Fetched my cleverly thought out and over analyzed diagnosis, I had received last year To make sure that I still understand who I am and
Misery hates company
Impulsive this is not, by virtue of perpetual hours of considerate speculation I have come to find that I cannot find reprieve in a phony
exchanging scripts
Greetings and salutations Ladies and Gentlemen! Come one and come ball Please make your way into our beautifully, overly, underlit dancehall, I’ll begin with a
Murder He Wrote
Am I a horrible human being for contemplating murder? Set out to kill the unhinged man, simply for having a mental health disorder? The initial
