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The aftermath of an explosion is always silent– A quiet devastation.
Awake: A Poem form Legacy: After Porridge
Awake The day is only beginning Yet I already feel Drained and exhausted-- Worn out before the morning, By thoughts that came to me in the night. I'm wide awake Tossing and turning to the tempo of mistakes And mishaps That happened in the day.
Grab A Bowl
Stay tuned for another poem from Legacy: After Porridge Here are the latest poems: Smiles, Shortage
Smiles: A Poem from Legacy: After Porridge
Smiles If my smiles are painted on, As you say they are, Then wet paint would colour your lips when you kissed me. I will admit, though, That my skin sparkles and shines When your lips touch mine, Like the aura of a fresh coat. - An excerpt from Legacy: After Porridge The sequel to... Continue Reading →
Note: The Transcript
Note I left you on the bedside table, Right beside a pack of un-smoked cigarettes. Nothing too fancy Or thought through. Because you were just an idea never a plan; But one thing led to another— A strong drink chased pills, clutched in a stronger hand. You were just a bunch of scribbles on crumpled... Continue Reading →
Audio Sampling: Note
If you weren't aware before, you are now! The audio sampling of Note has been released on my SoundCloud. Listen Here
Note: The Audio Sampling
New Audio Sampling of Note: A Poem Listen Here I recorded this new poem, entitled Note, while I was recovering from a sore throat. For some reason I really love the audio quality and the raspy-ness of my voice combined with the subject matter of the poem; Note is about suicide and how something so... Continue Reading →
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