Spilled Ink
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
The world is full of monsters with friendly faces and angels full of scars. Poetry about this horrifying yet amazing place we call home.
I often find myself down, and I often deal with that in a way that hurts me physically and mentally. Instead of doing that, these poems will be written to express my feelings, without hurting me at all.
Short poems that (hopefully) say a lot. Written and made from the depths of my mind.. Here are some of my words that are unheard or unspoken...
Read at your own risk I do not own these and I have not wrote them. I have not even read all of them so please do not take offense.
A collection of short horror stories, anywhere from one paragraph, to 2,000+ words. This story is not rated mature, but it is very violent and gory. You have been warned.