Ain't No Angelou
It's amazing what has been going on in the world these past few weeks. I have an overwhelming urge to speak out on it, as does everyone...
An Open Letter
You know you're just like him? But you would love to hear that, wouldn't you? That could be every excuse you'd ever need. You see, it was...
R.I.P.
I want to write. I want to use my words to transfer files from this fragile mind into some software that feels nothing. I don't want to...
Christopher Allen Ling
Lacie Note Her essence is of autumn looking this way with cool air. Our eyes have mingled to an amber crisp, scattering some instinct to...
Bleeding Pretty Pictures
"They" say you should be honest. Write about what scares you. Cut yourself open with your own words and bleed pretty pictures on the...
Apathetic Isolation
Why don't you smile? Or shed a tear? Show somehow that you actually care? It's okay Just feel something real, anything. Harboring all...
Poison Pill
I absorbed your words - they were so sweet I ate them up, but they made me bleed Your reverie and pretty little lies hidden behind those...
The song of a second
Every second is a song, each melodic note carrying us into the next. An attempt to disrupt the sweet music of of the moment is met with...