Nights At The Museum

Eyes glare at me as if I'm a museum exhibit.Stuck behind walls made of glass,But,The art I display is not for show while I fix my act and revitalize my waning spirit.Yet,Others stare,And stare,With a chuckle here and there,After witnessing what most in New York city call a tragedy.A pair of hole-ridden shoes with the... Continue Reading →

Moving On, Yea?

She meant the entire Universe and back to him. A woman more stunning than plethoras of wet roses struck by such an eye-catching glare while flowing to the winds of serenity. Winds of serenity she made him feel through his lungs whenever her lips pressed against his. And, All he can think about is how... Continue Reading →

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