

Lost VoiceI've lost my voice, my words stolen by a diseased mind. I struggle with each thought the anxiety of forcing ideas onto paper makes me want to scream, and bang my head against the wall before my brain cells begin to die.Lost Voice
I can not write fast enough, my mind creating at warp speed sometimes loosing a phrase to illegible scribble, yet still leaving behind the essence of
my soul.
Empty now, floating among a jumble of words, ideas, emotio


Dirty TalkAs much as I love being dragged through the mud Treated like garbageDirty Talk
And talking dirty I'm afraid that I need to freshen up And wash myself of you...


Stuck In a DreamThe moon was gone from the night, without warning, without thought. It blew up at first sight, when leaving everything behind. The dark grew darker, and then was gone. But then appeared a marker, placed where I "belonged." I followed the path that lead me "Here." Here was a railing at the edge, and I was told to "Peer," to "see the bottom of it all." As I looked down, I saw them there. They weren't making a sound, instead laying still and stiff. As it turns out, I left my friends for dead.Stuck In a Dream
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Sometimes as writers we worry too much about creating a masterpiece when we should just be thankful the words flow at all.
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- "This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper." - TS Eliot
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Sometimes as writers we worry too much about creating a masterpiece when we should just be thankful the words flow at all.
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Come watch my gallery please ^^
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Lachen ist wie ein spirituelles Niesen.Beim Hatschie ist man eine Sekunde lang im Paradies.
I do love the way you paint...
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Sometimes as writers we worry too much about creating a masterpiece when we should just be thankful the words flow at all.
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Lachen ist wie ein spirituelles Niesen.Beim Hatschie ist man eine Sekunde lang im Paradies.
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you remind me of a song i used to love...
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