white noise

listening to you - the music you crafted for me - is no longer soothing. (not a personal bubble any longer) so much for white noise.

Poetry 101 Rehab: Exposition

you think yourself a villain, one who can create conniving plots at will. creative contrivances are not your forte, so you're reduced to senseless babble about your demons. (think you know mine? try again) and so you prattle on trying desperately to expose demonry. (desperation: you wear it like cheap perfume) go on. keep on… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Exposition