In my opinion, there is nothing more beautiful or tragic than an artist's mind.

James Matthew Byers writes fantasy, horror, science fiction and poetry. #StitchedSmilePublications #Beowulf

Thoughts to speak naught but to write. Words louder than voices. Check out my poetry book here,
https://theprose.com/book/538/the-soul-whis

nothing to see here

Words spew out of me in stories and poems. Published author, poet and ghost.

Sarah Lawrence College •2020• Kaya Hubbard

Today? Becoming Someone Else

Chrome Fang

Each cigarette is a microcosm of my life

I'm sorry. I am finally home.

"And someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced by something beautiful.." Instagram: eternorose
Snapchat:preciousapriil

"Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."

the world's a broken bone

the deepest minds drown in there own oceans

...

Spinning life lines from dream cord

Free thinking humanist who loves the magic and beauty of life.

PBandJ player writer of words♡ Reenies Corpse ♡

Future owner of a cat. "If you try, you risk failure. If you don't, you ensure it." "All the world is made of faith, trust, and pixie dust."

•mon cheri I dedicated these words to you • 14. Instagram- @julieangevine

"I love you more than my own skin." — Frida Kahlo

in love with poetry
in love with writing
in love with perusal
..... xoxoxo

"I have a very detailed imaginary life, and it sometimes takes precedence over what's actually happening around me.”

For everyone who thinks they know me. I forgive you.

A reflection of you.

I like stories.

Author of SNORK (snorkfest.com), a blog about my adventures. Sounds ho hum, you say? Sweetheart, I'm holding a martini & a chicken! Hello?

I've felt lost and alone pretty much my whole life. That is, until I started to write. Now I eat, sleep, and breath it. It's my true passion

You may say I'm a dreamer...

I'm addicted to pain.. And writing is my morphine.. Check me out on https://princessbelle31.wordpress.com/ • Twitter: @ishi_14 •

-I don't write for the purpose of- being seen

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." - Aldous Huxley

"Petit a petit, l’oiseau fait son nid."

27. Philly. The oldest soul there ever was.

Sacramento, Ca., Navy veteran and warrior of the inkly weapons.

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. ~Rudyard Kipling

We all hurt. We all need. We all cry. We all bleed.