the key to my failing as a philosopher is my disinterest in logical fallacies while the key to my failing as a poet lies in my over abundance of raw emotion i know what i know my stare keeps the ceiling up her words keep my pulse rate up and the rest is white noise […]
the roof on the church had partially collapsed i can only assume it was from the weight of unanswered prayers i have never found myself understanding so profoundly a sentiment more as i sit alone in the cold as if to give an answer a raven took wing launching itself like an ebon dart against […]
she is a bolt of lightning that courses through my every thought, from the moment i wake up to when i stare at the walls halfway through the night the personification of dream, of desire, of hope, of love, distilled and made whole she is the dull ache, the sudden rush of adrenalized creation, like […]
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