Poetry

When I see something unique, something that sparks off little thoughts in my head, they form a rhyming structure. They pretty much create themselves and land here.

Beacons

Everything seems well and good. Until you remember, you have always held you body as a beacon heralding harm And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage with a gentle, sensitive soul. It hurts and it hurts so it twines […]

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Wishful Thinking

“There has to be a way to fix everything  a magical glue that sets the world right  every broken heart, every broken dream  every broken bone, and every broken link  magically glued to work right  Everything lost found again  Everything that hurts, fixed with time.” 

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