POETRY A gun falling through The clouds where we sleep this kiss Wish I was bulletproof But I feel fake A touch leaves me senseless blind falling like green off trees this blinding kiss Whis I was bulletproff You are the trigger A heart surronded by pavement Does it make me strong? Lost in a… Continue reading Falling gun [Losing]
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Dark Prose
MayaAngel (Mia?) sends in some more Dark Prose. This includes; Enjoy the Ride, and Questioning my Reality. TheDreamer writes, Poet or Not? Anonymous(faet55) writes, the Search.