alone – The Blonde Quill

Spiraling

Spiraling Into madness. My brain So anomalistic Idiosyncratic Unparagoned Encumbered. It hurts Oh how it hurts.…

I wrote this poem to comment on emptiness and the dependence women put on men to…

What have I done? What am I doing? I’ve ruined relationships, hurt people. I’ve lied,…

The sun is shining but I’m left in the dark. A fog blurs my mind like…

How do you know if life is worth living? You have hopes and dreams and fall…

His lips soft against mine. Then more pressing. Hands sliding down my body, gently, slowly. Touching…