They say that shallow brooks
babble the loudest
and still waters run deep;
Let deep rivers run wild as
Shallow ones are too noisy;
Melted eyes,
Infected soul,
A different kind of human,
Dye me with the blood of a shape-shifter,
Gaea, Oh mother, devour me;
Prithee place two silver coins o'er my
Corpse's eyes;
Crying for a world of hate I'm forced to
swallow— I'm here to rent what
makes me hollow;
Perthro, fill me for I am waiting for
something to make this life meaningful;
"This world I'm living is not a place for
someone like me."
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Virtual Solace
PoetryThis book contains both my dark and marvelous realities; it serves as an outlet to vent my emotions through the art of poesy. The poems (including proses, sonnets, villanelles, haiku etc.) that you are about to read confine the stories that aided m...
