[tabby title="Poet Bio"] With leaves as dark as midnight skies,It stands alone, without allies,A bitter taste upon the tongue,A curse upon the land, unspun. But in the shadows of the night,It grows, a silent, secret blight,A poison in the earth...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The storm clouds gather on the horizon,A warning of the troubles yet to come.A time of hardship, a time of pain,A test of will, a test of strength to sustain. With heads held high, we'll face the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] from far it appears orange. its lips taste sweetly sour. and though its truth tastes foreign to your tongue, you preserve it believing that Lemons taste better when Lemonade. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Author of "fly in a...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Paper cut A slit on my heart Staples hug My heart into one. Paper cut Guillotine on a dove Pain can chop your soul into half. Paper cut I sleep around one the stars and skies know...