“The Writer” by Tina McFarlane (WrittenInGeek)
The ink seeps from my pores Stains the parchment I am but the instrument The balance that was kept Between my mind’s eye And [Read more…]
The ink seeps from my pores Stains the parchment I am but the instrument The balance that was kept Between my mind’s eye And [Read more…]
Don’t take me down to your hidden chamber, where no light let’s in Only the grief, taken up residence Not a shade to relieve Just [Read more…]
The stomach-turning pain of my thoughts is ever present as I gulp down liquid courage Sighing and drinking to the hour, still not numb Like [Read more…]
Does it ever end? This feeling. Like a nerve gone numb. A pulse so quiet. A smile so tense. A mask locked into place Just [Read more…]
I stand on your pedestal Mocked My porcelain soul Broken pieces I am that doll You left to gather dust But broken [Read more…]
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