There is sweat and magic in her creases
a fragrant treasure
a fervent secret
there is a flashing
world of neurocracy
there is red
and there is black
there is in fact
a luminous universe
I smile quietly
at this silken craven thought.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
"where creativity roams free"
On Grief, Childhood, and Living with Anxiety
All Eyes On This #Teen
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
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