Ft. Lauderdale I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry is my outlet & outcome of my brain's momentary creative short fuses. “Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art.” KC 68 followers / 3.6k words
My muse does the random favor Where my thoughts spill onto paper Just when I begin to savor The complexities of nature Inspiration starts to waiver And then **** she's gone like vapor