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A Poet’s Love

  (photo from tumblr) I don’t want An ordinary love I want the love of a poet And their words To burrow Deep in my soul ©Entirety 2015...

Her Face Sorrow

Charcoal bleeds out Her face of sorrow A soul’s song released As melancholy Fills the senses Voids are summoned From deep within ©Entirety 2015    (Photo by Caitlin...

My Compass

My compass Pointing aimlessly Trapped In a directionless spin Wondering Where home is ©Entirety 2015    (Artwork from...

Part 4 – Coming Down -Heightened 

   With the clock face covered, I couldn’t tell you what time it was exactly. The light from the window had begun to change and there was this dread forming that outside life was calling. “I don’t want to go.” I pouted slightly....

Part 3 – Vertigo – Heightened 

    Breathless I reached over to the pillow that lay across the generic bedside clock and checked the time. I let out a long groan and stuffed the pillow back over top of it. Facedown on the bed and pressed into the well used sheets, was a middle aged me not...