#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 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?

By A Thread.

Ripped apart at the seams.

Where Do We Belong?

Aren't we all just trying to find something to relate to, anyway?

If It Was Only.

Happy World Poetry Day!

Couch and Bad TV.

It drained me to even write this.

Every Page.

Losing years of sleep.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

Abandoned.

I'll leave that one up to you.

Praises.

An illusion is all it was...

Daydream Mine.

Perhaps this is what it means to lose oneself...

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