‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’ ‘Carved the seal of shame [...]’ Day 142 of a Year of Prompts! I remember how it ended, but can't recall the beginning. Song inspired, not long but I lost patience when my PC crashed from my attempts at playing with words. 😂 Dedicated to a fake friend...
A poem about the Grandfather clock
dedicated to @artsy_asphodel2
and @summerbaby My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, an... Sometimes the greatest threat is ourselves. The words that hurt, come from those the closest. A stocky ginger all in black leather
A short poem about the concept of "Time" Penned during a time of betrayal, loss and desperation.