Hundredth Death

This time when I leave there will be bells tolling, The reaper will walk with sad weeping women in dark shades This instance my death will be one too many times

failure- "the new success"

failure- it's the new success in a "developed" world where ball-brawling cavemen become imperial business moguls, where nobody starves but some drown in greed,

Live It

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Cherry

hanging out at the void

I've seen too much drank too much, too many philosophical conversations coffeehouses and decrepit alleys are littered with my open-mic ghosts, motels with the one-night

THIMBALLINA BLUE: The tale of a bunny

Not everyone is alike, not even bunnies but everyone is special and unique in their very own way. Read more...

The Giant Who Wasn't So Big For His Britches

“Mind what you say to me, sire,” said the housekeeper. “I know where you sleep nights!"

i am so sleepy

boy i should be in bed mmm

Childhood Thriller

Summer breeze swept across the cascade of tress, the branch rustled and their healthy roots produces wealthy, lubricant textures.

IN SEARCH OF TRUTH - CULLEN PART 5

Cullen finds a way to rescue his friend, but he has help from a strange source. the Dreamweaver gets closer to meeting his first Faery.

Some More Haiku

Bright autumn peach trees.

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