Poetic-ness

Me doing what I enjoy most, writing fast and with emotion. Nothing but free-verse poems and flash fiction straight from my very essence. Enjoy, or not. Your emotional response is up to you.

Woman

The bright and burning

A world without doors

Swipe.

Broke.

Snap.

Blind.

Black Out.

Silence.

First and last.

Things that went unsaid.

Lipstick

I love you.

Father, take me home

He.

You.

Who am I?

Happiness is

Untitled.

Self-loathing .

The let-down

I saw you.

I wish…

There are worse things.