| This is one of my favorites, and hopefully it showcases my style of writing--the attempt to pen down raw emotion into this physical form of words on paper. |
| This is one of my favorites, and hopefully it showcases my style of writing--the attempt to pen down raw emotion into this physical form of words on paper. |


Satan's CrimeAn unimaginable phantom Crossed the threshold And took it away from me.Satan's Crime
I did not have time to say goodbye Because it took that too And left me with nothing.
Horror filled the veins of my body My heart pumped terror, not blood Despairing from the hollows in my mind.
The monster that took it away Haunted every part of me And I grew smaller, into myself.
It is unforgivable. I will never utter the name. None will ever know the crime.
I lock the doors behind me. I bury my heart with my mind. And I scream.


Love PoemIt's flowery with the scent of the metaphoric rose petals clinging to the edges of each page.Love Poem
The words dance as if
locked in a lover's waltz, moving steadily and yet always together connected.
The four-letter word never appears and you wonder, still, where my heart lies between the lines.
It is obvious to me.
I have pressed my smile into the pores of the paper, the ink my happiness, spelling laughter.
I have held these edges with my own hands, feeling the stinging pain of paper cuts, sacrificing, in order


Purpose DrivenWhat I do is not art. I hold my pen and write between the purplish-blue lines of myPurpose Driven
recycled loose-leaf paper, feeling comforted by the red margin that (unlike so many other things) remains constant.
On the gray-white surface of the pock-marked page, I write for my own freedom, filling the spaces with the black marks expressing my pain and anger, and most of all, my joy.
I weave a path of words onto each line of the paper, each mark unique with its own sound and voice and I continue until I run out of beginnings, middles and en


RemainsI am a member of the waking dead, the walking dead, who live for nothing and die for naught.Remains
I refuse to wallow because I would much rather fester allowing the hate to grow and overtake me.
Hopefully the anger will quickly consume me and release me from this misery.
Because now, there is no reason to love or laugh or smile simply because all good things always disappear
And you are again left empty, devoid of life.
There is nothing to look forward to, no more to give, all is done and I am t
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"Someday, we'll find it, the rainbow connection; the lovers, the dreamers, and me."
-Kermit the frog
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"Someday, we'll find it, the rainbow connection; the lovers, the dreamers, and me."
-Kermit the frog
Check out my Poems [link]
And Stories [link]
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