Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Essays, poems and stories for an uncivilised reader
Rhymes . Emotions . Naive
Poetry and fiction not intended for the masses — Sam M. Phillips
Life is adventure, poetry and love.
Pages of my mind : collecting words, experiences and memories...
A writing blog by H.R.R. Gorman
Video games past, present and future.
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
