Do you have secrets too? Do you ever wish someone would hear you? I’m sorry I make you feel your pain. Mine got too big to hide.
Poetry
I stopped writing poetry for years Because why bother if no one cares?I write to communicate something Not to have a dusty pamphlet rotting in the basement
Broken
I am an artist who is broken,For I am an artist who refuses to be honest.But what is an artist but someone who is....Honest.About all of it.Someone who looks at you, reveals you,And everyone they are to youIn horrifyingly glaring truth.Nauseating we clashWith the dashed illusions Of the artist's audience.The tears upon the stage haunt what is... Continue Reading →
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