Fantasy or real
Tag Archives: doubts
Zone of Avoidance
Zone of avoidance
Age of Despair
I love you
Free Love
Anchors or reason
The Great Expanse
All the matter in the world still couldn’t equal my regret
Thin
A collection of poems reflecting doubt and despair
Wanderer
What happened to your spirit
What Am I
Rhyme & despair
Cost
My love is free. Hers on the other hand…
The Answer
The answer is always the same.
Diaphanous
Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
Vines
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
Nuclear Fallout
Going, going, gone
Debts
They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It’s true.
The Picture
The future is missing any sun
Replay
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
Round and Wound
Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.
Toxification
This poem IS NOT about the guy I’m crazy in love with.
Lost and Found
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found
Earned
Learnings and hard earnings
Blue
Maybe I’m not what they need
Fake
She’s a pyramid scheme
Veil
Poem + digiart
Curtains
People change but nothing changes
Needs
He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness
Angels Among Us
Micropoem + angelic digiart
Christmas Mourning
Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme
Red
Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me
The Way Forward
The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
Veil
Place a temple where the love is waning
Tension
After midnight freestyle
Rage
Letting this love sink with the lies
Fool’s Gold
Something good comes from all bad things but I can’t find one here…
Ought To Know
All a man has is his word but he doesn’t even have that…
Seeds of Descent
Bleeding in rhyme and real time
Warnings
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong…
Likes and Comments
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Cognitive Dissonance
Who will save the sane?
Underworld
Ah, love in the underworld; sinks fangs into flesh (succulent)
Hello Farewell
Too many choices
Dead Anyway
All woe is me post halloween
Safehouse
He left me high and dry
Perfect Form
“Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir” – Alexander Ebert
What Would Edgar Do?
Dear Poe, I need answers…
Graveyard
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Grudges
Cast not the first stone… (super late night freestyle remorse/regret)
A Visit From Lu Part 4
A Visit From Lu Part 4
Carcinogen
Like a fucking yoyo we are but if I wanted a fag, I could pop down to the store…
Cowardice
He loves us, he loves us not
Hope Nope
Hope is a dead star
