I am still pieces of a shattered boy from close to a decade ago and although the mushroom cloud has cleared there is still rain. There is pain that seeps through my pores almost every day. Some days... More > I overcome the swelling and do not dwell in the past. Other days I feel its presence like an evil spirit haunting me.< Less
Poetry is not to be a stepping stone philosophy to the writer. It is the journey of all the lovers and of all the fighters that speak inside of us for many hours and sleepless nights. Voices that... More > speak all too much and know all too little.< Less
Poetry is not to be a stepping stone philosophy to the writer. It is the journey of all the lovers and of all the fighters that speak inside of us for many hours and sleepless nights. Voices that... More > speak all too much and know all too little.< Less
I am still pieces of a shattered boy from close to a decade ago and although the mushroom cloud has cleared there is still rain. There is pain that seeps through my pores almost every day. Some days... More > I overcome the swelling and do not dwell in the past. Other days I feel its presence like an evil spirit haunting me.< Less
Poetry is not to be a stepping stone philosophy to the writer. It is the journey of all the lovers and of all the fighters that speak inside of us for many hours and sleepless nights. Voices that... More > speak all too much and know all too little.< Less
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