My Poetry. The pain she bears.
What can anyone do to relieve the pain she feels inside? why does this woman suffer she only has her pride. What happens to a flower...
blood
Public Poetry. Hot Afternoon.
Hot afternoon I’m drinking blood in this red-hot afternoon blood with white transparent particles on it savouring every sip the colour paints my lips bloody redthe...
My Stories. You gave me Life.
Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, the tests were hard, the waiting excruciating but in the end, it was all worthwhile, yes he thought hard and...
William Sinclair Manson