Torn pages on my doorstep Tainted memories on my floor Each word may be a misstep Each thought stolen from my core.



I bleed a bit too often, It comes with the territory. But I write my feelings when People expect more from me.



Clutched paper in my hands And a pen behind my ear, Asleep on couches unplanned, Never finishing what I fear.



In the morning I will write, In the evening I will wonder; At times I’m awake in light, Most days blend with blunder.



Done with honor for beauty, Written so I can be heard. Fragments for people to see, Ridicule and deem absurd.



Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever. https://thebohemianrockstarpresents.wordpress.com/

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