Who are you to call upon me?
Who are you to dole out apathy?
There is no silence.
Find me in the noise.
You can't have stillness.
This is no void.
It is ever-moving, ever-changing,
it is loud.
It is chaos.
Do not look for me with closed eyes.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
