Tag: fiction

tossed into the chaos that is wrought of flesh

a byproduct of lost causes: rebels and rebellion

when we speak it is with brave touches and tugs of hair

passed down from ages before the art of daydreaming

a toast to the free falling feelings of phantom pain

death to the writer he whose body is now but a dream

will the writer in me follow when this soul departs

a hint of spice in coffee mynahs investigate crumb trail

just another lie the tree hidden amongst glass panels

all names lead to one until you become nameless of course