Directing my frustration at the world, constrained by words my beast of rage claws at the ignorance of society in attempt to heal their ignorance

Conversations of motivations are brighter and more logical in the morning then at night...

Voices heard by us everyday. What may they be up to today?

This poem addresses human existence, were existence actually a thing

Why is it said that "Love Hurts"?

An introduction of the higher self