Lost to the page
The game of Poets
Oh words on a page how you elude me
As I sit at my desk ready to write, the letters leave my finger tips
As silence rests upon my lips
thoughts of where you went with what seems to be nonsense on a page.
Woe to the poet whom has lost their words but
a Grand Hoorah to the page that has found them.
About the Creator
Dame Cass
How would I describe myself in 200 characters or less? Woman survivor of life currently, Visionary in the midst of pandemonium, full of cupcakes and covered in Cosplay…….. um did I mention my poetry and art.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Lovely