The Place I Go Back To.

Covered by creepers and overgrowth.

I Have Regrets.

Poetry... it has been a while.

Credit Where It’s Due.

A friendly reminder.

Emptiness. Forever.

Just to feel something.

What Is ‘Too Late’?

Lies. All of them.

#NaPoWriMo Day 18: Cruel Games, A Hundred Lives.

Here's how we end...

#NaPoWriMo Day 13: No Survivors Left.

No secrets that our wreckage could tell.

#NaPoWriMo Day 11: The Face In My Mirror.

Forgive me as I forgive you.

#NaPoWriMo Day 9: An Artist’s To-Do List.

Over-think until your eyelids close.

#NaPoWriMo Day 8: Yellow.

Pluck a sunflower in my memory.

#NaPoWriMo Day 6: The Sea Has No Answers For Me.

Sometimes, there are no answers.

#NaPoWriMo Day 5: I Lived.

This poem is so close to my heart and I have only written it today.

#NaPoWriMo Day 4: Bridge to Oblivion.

Who hasn't planned their own funeral in their heads?

#NaPoWriMo Day 2: Walked Away.

You'd rather pick peace.

Metaphorical Laundry.

It takes time and a whole lot of work.

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