*it's been years but I had an urge to share my work again.
I spent so many years walking on eggshells...never doing or saying the right thing. One day I decided I'd had enough and stomped all over them. Those broken eggshells cut me deeply as I walked away...but this...was the most beautiful pain I had ever felt,
-- S.L. Heaton
There comes a time my dear when love becomes a memory and through passion springs an idea. The yearning is maddening for there is no queen without a king and there is no true king without remorse.
"Never let your loyalty become slavery. know when to let go and never compromise on self respect"
|Poetry||2021-01-17||letter to saint ebb...|
|Poetry||2021-01-17||last moment of lucidity, forever|
|Poetry||2017-03-26||Madness From The Mind|
|Poetry||2017-03-22||â€‹my mirror house|
|Poetry||0000-00-00||a long time ago|
|Poetry||0000-00-00||let's pretend there's something between us|
|Graphic Art||2014-03-11||a photoshoot pic|
|Graphic Art||2014-03-11||the photoshoot pic|
|Poetry||2014-03-05||a passing eternity|
|Poetry||2012-04-28||the girls that are good in bed|
|Poetry||2012-01-11||this little girl|
|Poetry||2011-07-12||a poor excuse for a complex lie|
|Poetry||2008-08-20||The Evil I Care For|
|Poetry||2006-02-06||Months In A Year|