Mind Poetry

A Mind filled with random thoughts.

Ephemeral

❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017

late night poet

some poetry I write when I'm a tad bit delirious

Dark Poetry

War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth...

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