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The sun shines brightly,

And maybe I thought it could take me back,

When I saw the treetops glittering under the Sun’s rays, 87 more words


The Mask

My mask my mask of femininity its wears me it binds it cages me
Unable to take off this mask to be vulnerable to show my true feelings… 181 more words

Mental Illness

Contributed by Chadd Henderson

In the forest we see many things
As we step along we hear many things
Our Aura enlarges
We see more, we hear more 

We feel more… 26 more words



I write the title of this poem.

I mean to describe a division between to pieces of rock,

of mountains, the world simply collapsing, bursting open. 169 more words

We are the architects of ourselves
Seems such a ready-made line
But making it your own is a whole other story

© living in verses


Writing Is Hard - A Poem

Writing is hard,

I wouldn’t do it unless I was possessed by some kind of madness.