Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …

chicago    digging through the depths of my deepest thoughts creating poetry

I'm not a threat but I am insane

My hands shall not tremble, my feet shall not falter Moving on

In Daydreams    A complex not-really-that-unorthodox female trying to get out of her shell and probably the society she lives in. Wish her luck for that.

35/M/Detroit    Writer, Poet, Avid Reader, Lover of Political Science, Astronomy, Ancient History/Philosophy, Theology, HipHop and everything else that keeps the brain growing!

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Oklahoma    Let God arise let his enemies be scattered let them also that hate him flee before him. Honor all men. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. …

"I'm dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It's like a dream." - "I want to dream."

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