Lonely Poet

my lines are barren of wordsno one pays attention anymore I walk away to try and healchange those emotional bandagesstop the bloody hurtwhen my lyrics are finally gone so will I like a blank page…emptydeath poetic is where these sonnets will live onfor stanzas from the grave bare the richest fruitit’s then you see how poison being […]

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Journal Entry # 197 – Silence is Deafening!

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. – Martin Luther King Jr.

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Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?

Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

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