Neon

(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES)

A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head.

***

Staring at the canvas,

She chose to pluck a brush

From her own head,

And paint with the colours she'd known

All her life,

Even when to other people, t'was dull and pale.

Those were still colors that would light up

Her memories.

***

A collection of poems, short stories, and other things that pop up in my head.