Poems & Thoughts

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Ode to graphite

My pencil is my best friend. when she's sharp you can see every letter. When she's blunt you can smudge every shade of grey, black and white

Last Winter

Sitting The fire’s making me sweat Beads on my forehead and upper lip The rain is pattering on the tin roof And I am sitting next to the...

What If?

When humanity is forced to consider itself What is the point? is it life itself or existentialism? If we can get rid of thew past we can...

Fishing at Night

Double hooked like the snapper with a keeper speed balls both the powders in your drink are the bait my blood tastes like sap and the...