Creativity
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The Black Sheep

I am the black sheep In a sea of white The thundering storm cloud Among soft pillows up high I crackle with energy In a world so sedate The force of my emotions Refuses to dissipate I do not speak I can only roar The tragedies I seeI cannot ignore I tried to bleach myself… Continue reading
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The Widowed Writer

Sadness isThe bitterness in her bonesThe dark embersGlowering in her soul The darknessIn her empty eyesThe merciless pitBurrowing inside It is the fake laughAnd that fake smileThe eternal prisonHer handpicked trial It is the weightThat holds her backIt is the veilThat drapes her in black It is the burdenThat cannot be sharedThe secret hurtsOf which nobody cares It is the… Continue reading




