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The Purple Haze - Poem
Lost in the clouds,
never coming down -
why would you search for me?
I don't want to come down
The pain, eases away
The senses, have so mu
Jul 11, 20211 min read


My Little Angel - Poem
She looks so lovely, they murmur,
they can't resist the urge, thus stare.
with a face so beautiful and fresh , someone whispered an angle s
Mar 25, 20211 min read


The Robin Tune - Poem
It was so peaceful
A surge of soaked mists loomed into the great beyond
As should have been obvious
Shadows vanished and left empty ex
Mar 4, 20211 min read


A new dream - Poem
For the victories that we have
Are as the land,
And every one of our expectations and plans
As trees and blossoms,
Yet, our failings
Feb 23, 20211 min read


My Valentine - Poem
I could watch the dawn, I could watch the nightfall.
I could stroll in the downpour without getting wet.
I could observe their magnifice
Feb 14, 20212 min read


I'm Alarmed - Poem
It Scares Me
The void in my eyes,
Reality behind my falsehoods,
The fall before my ascent,
Furthermore, the farewells;
It alarms me
Feb 11, 20211 min read


She was a Storm - Poem
I sat
furthermore, I paused
While composing through tears
I understood
that I never required you
You were only a phase in my life
Jan 25, 20211 min read


I'm a Villain - Poem
I think I'd make a fine villain
I watch out at the world and there's quietness in my mind
Broken simply by the humming of mental machine
Jan 22, 20211 min read


May this Romance never die - Poem
I see the skyline,
When red hot red and enthusiastic orange,
Rot into cold blue and numb dark.
Look the ti
Jan 21, 20211 min read


Somedays the voice breaks - Poem
I like the clouds
Sometimes without even a hint of a sound
Just a subtle movement
Sometimes a roaring thunder.
Nov 26, 20201 min read


Forever is a Lie - Poem
Trusting people takes a lot of your soul
Pieces and parts, destroyed a whole
Relations that matter fade away with time
You can never assum
Nov 13, 20201 min read


Another Fine Day - Poem
I could write about a lot of things
Sometimes nothing at all.
The voices in my head sending signals to my hand
Mind although still searchi
Nov 12, 20201 min read


Her Pillow
Her pillow is
made of teardrops
She has cried so many times now
it seems she's the ocean of sorrow.
Every night she lays her head
she feels
Nov 9, 20201 min read


WAVES
She clawed at her head as the anguish marched on.
Before she knew it the words became a riot and they circled, like swarming wasps
except
Nov 7, 20201 min read
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