The place for my darkest work And for the light That lives among it
There's nothing sadder than the words, it might have been.
Canada
Strung and stitched entirely from impulsive emotions.
Texas
Christ follower. Dreamer. Struggler. Fighter. Attempting to make beauty out of my ugliness, and sunlight shine through my scars. . You can find me at …
B-ville
Hell.
A year and a half later and I'm back.
32/F/Standing on the gallows
Words are all I have. All original content ©2013-2024 The Noose
"I should like to write you the kind of words that burn the paper they are written on..." -Dorothy L. Sayers.
Saint Petersburg, FL
Returning to my roots; rekindling my love affair with words. All poetry posted by Lyteweaver is my original work produced from my own pain, tears …
Charleston, SC
things I write too late at night
