Monthly Archives: August 2014

My Drug of Choice

Words spilling out.   My fingers can’t keep up with the thoughts in my head. The scenes unfold behind my eyes.  The screen disappears.  The keyboard, gone. I’m immersed in this world, self-created. In my world, anything can happen and sometime … Continue reading

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The Death of Poetry

Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:
I stand before an open grave. Charred remnants of forgotten phrases lay upon a coffin of white. I long for what is held within… what I must do without from now on. Poetry is dead.…

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