I am trying, right now, to practice.
To learn, both through excercise and critique, how to become a writer of such caliber, as do see my work grace shelves across the English-speaking lands, and perhaps beyond.
Like my work?
Link me.
Give your friends a chance to look.
See something you don't like?
Tell me.
I can't improve upon my weaknesses if I don't spot them, and I can't catch everything.
Something else... I am the kind of person who remembers a favor.
I'll link you, comment you, that kind of stuff.
Consider this... few may know me now, but if you help me, I may someday be in a position to in turn help you.
Interested?


I am going to wach you.
I do hope to see more of your amazing work. I can almost feel inspired from reading your poems. when time is leniant I will read the rest of your gallery.
please visit my gallery as well, I would love to hear thoughts for improvement from a poet such as yourself.
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I realised that everyone has a mask. I realised we all have our hells. Above all, I realised that though humans are infinite in thought, we live in singularity of process. We all know this, what's spectacular is that we ignore it. choose to do so.
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The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are stronger in the broken places.
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Dear God... Protect me from your followers...
i hope you have lotsa fun here
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Dear God... Protect me from your followers...
What kind of things do you do?
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The dance is dizzying
The trance is mystifing
There are a thousand faces behind these eyes
All party and discuss
Dance and laugh and lust
Come and spin with me, before the romance dies.
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Dear God... Protect me from your followers...
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