My Prodigal World

Every drop of ink spilled from my pen.

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The Cold Confession

I held a cigarette in my hand Set fire to its wretched soul As the flames turned on the burning death I took a puff of its life insid...
Resurrection

I'm old, I'm ugly. And soon be dead, I'll be ashes. But death won't contain me. I'll rise from my ashes, Like ...
A note to my Heart

That moment , I saw her I could still remember. No romance struck my heart No lust aroused my body Still her eyes recited the poem...
Search for you

I love her, My heart always murmured. She’s mine, my prayer. The search for her, My entire life. Everywhere, every world, I searched ...
A Valentine's Song

Why is it always love That comes to a teenager's mind The moment his pen Spills ink from it's mouth? Why does he always Think ...

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