My cauldron of creativity

Slitty eyes, nose that beaks Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge Longish fingers looking like syringe Cin...

Hope you are not lost in an unprecedented trance. Music for lost cause. A reason with out a rational. A cul-de-sac. An unending journey to s...

He is epitome of sadness, pityful his eyes Haggard; injustice to the word. From work he shies He plays with iniquity; he is one among the cl...

I quit Quantas for the quantum of quality was questionable From Honduras to Honolulu, hearsays galore, honorarium hardly any Men with meanin...

dad, remember the night shift i wouldn't tell you about my long journey down the lift my boss and i would make out we would jump the off...

Life is a sine curve with highs and lows Along with the chalice of elixir comes the cup of woes What we do not expect we slowly learn to acc...