On the path to discovery through the words expressed in my poetry. i write my own poetry, hence why I call myself a spilled ink ...
I am a falling stone in a world of glass.
I don't write so people can read. I write because that's how I breathe. Poetry is my escape. I pour everything I am into my ...
isang daang tula para kay coloma.
Neatly Primly Null I am Tyler and I am something resembling a writer. I live in a small, industrial city. I live in a robin's ...
My life is a catastrophe of jumbled thoughts and written words.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...
your average badass introspecteur
Imagination; where stories are born and bred.
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