On The Way Down

Yet there on precipiced ledge,
I tip-toed for your pleasure…

A Way to Forget

The things you said hang from my rearview mirror,
And I hear them every time I look behind me,
Seeing the past all a little bit clearer,
The haunting making it harder to find me.

Going Dark

It is but one flame in the candelabra of life…

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life