There is death inside of me, a cruel stench that overwhelms, there is no escape from the darkness I see, no way to guide this ship by its helm.


The Death of a Writer

Another writer falls to their death, a silent bow is taken, by those who notice, many pass through unaware of those who wept, focused on their own writing bliss.

Gloomy Days

You could see she was lonely, no one wanted to spend time with her, it wasn't that she was nasty, at times, but her breath could chill the warmest of hearts.

Tattoed Heart

My heart has been tattoed, Not like that of the ones on my skin, The words, written are not to be viewed, They show my demise like the French would say, fin.

Bad Desire – Poetry

Hey guys, hope you have all been well and creating good content. Work has gotten me falling asleep a lot. I have been getting home and passing out on the couch, working six days have been fun!!!

The Compass – Poem

To the east of my life, I find my ever-loving wife, A woman that has stood the strands of time, Loving me is really a crime. The battles I bring on a daily basis, all the pain, hurt, sorrow and angry faces, concealing those worries that may come, she does her best to be a wife and a mum.

Random Questions – 100th Post

So WordPress has it that I have published 99 posts so this would make the 100th. Yay for me right? So there I was perusing some of the blogs that flooded my reading screen and I came upon this post by Claudia Blood. She suggested maybe I try answering them, so I will. Enjoy these absolutely random questions and answers and if you want to do them yourself please go ahead.

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