"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Poetry comes back into my life, full circle, every time I'm squared by trials and tribulations I so desperately need to conquer. Regardless of two shins bruised by a maddening search for peace and tranquility through a field of burning coal, I anticipate the relief I'll feel as soon as I take that first step... Continue Reading →
People often search for a cure. A cure to heal the sorrows of loss, endings and confusion. Whether it’s the designated wine glass, grape Dutch Master or darkest memory, you use it to run away into illusions of happiness, when surely you know it’s temporary no matter how long it lasts. But, is there such... Continue Reading →
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