Running In Circles
I keep running, in circles you've drawn, always running– back to you
Author: Sharran 'Tom' Thomas
Amour
Into the arms of another, I cannot race, for you have me, amour.
Burgundy Roses, Lavender Skin
Look within your heart, can you tell apart the hues? Can you tell apart the sadness, and the pain in the dark?
Pathos
The process of grief turns the heart on its head, in its trial to understand the path of the dead.
Ergo, I doubt
There is more to understanding the composure of one's own, than staring into a mirror on a Sunday morn.
Yours, Persephone.
Everything about you, you made me love, and yet I wasn't yours.
Wet Earth : Dry Tears
What bounty does salt bring, to parched lands that lay withered, and cannot be saved.
Foreign 808s (Heartaches)
The murmurations of my heart drum steady to the aches, aches that are foreign to both, me, and my fate.
The Innocence of Youth
We are all born naked, and the rest is drag. Question, don't conform. -Your youthful self.
Addressing changes to come
Hello readers, I haven’t posted content in the longest time, I feel, and that is because I was taking some time to concentrate on course work, etc. However, I’m back on it, and would like to bring to your notice the changes I plan on making to the site, alongside regular content. I plan on including more opinion pieces, poetry readings, and art, and maybe a side-thing for soundcloud? However, this is subject to the […]
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