Posted on March 22, 2016 / Micropoetry Distorted Tenuous hold on my self, My reality haunted. And dreams but books on a shelf, With my whole core distorted. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Grip Feeling my soul has been sold, Fleeing from my own damned pleas, With a loose, tenuous hold, On my own reality. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Duty Flowers wilt vainly in a blue vase, Saving but a languished beauty. Petals fall slowly to the base, You whisper, Death is a duty. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
