The Witch With No Power Your skin reeks Your presence is a constant irritation If I had the ability to cast spells You, my dear, would be the ugliest toad If only it were that easy One button to push to change the hands of time It seems you've hidden your true self from those … Continue reading Poetry – Day 2
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Poetry – Day 3
Concentration Mind adrift cannot focus My eyes glaze over the words on the page Perhaps this is a journal The words within were never meant for public consumption I wonder if these old scribes thought about their future reader What if they never meant for their words to be shared publicly? Are we simply invading … Continue reading Poetry – Day 3
Words LIFE Breathe write 