I'm too damaged to watch
storms pour sugar onto their...
A soul or two in my behest,
I try to conjure up the rest...
It's a pretty adamant statement to say,
I am not a coffee drinker, nor ever will be...
I realized, that poetry
is not my mother-tongue...
At the age of seventeen, I justified
my thoughts as opium...
Waterfalls gushing
sounds relaxing, except when...
The air was okay that morning,
I wore my best pants...
I have always believed depression lived
within ebony clouds beneath my eyes...
The moment was kind,
an unexpected masterpiece...
NAME: Skyclad at Midnight AKA Karla B
DATE OF BIRTH: (poetic license to be quiet...
Yesterday is today:
pseudo faces, alter-egos...
When you close the doors
and open the windows, there are...