I am an aspiring writer who wants to be the me I want to be through said writing.
Liquid silver over black paint glazed over with taint Mucking up what should have been a dream Changing history time and again ripping the seam
By Regan Meade5 years ago in Poets
Dusk whipped up the sky reflected in rust colored water The starkness of white is dragged with dust as it sweeps over dusty stones
Reading books, counting stars, naming constellations, or counting sheep, nothing seems to hold onto sleep long enough for it to be reality,
By Regan Meade6 years ago in Poets
To Whom It May Concern: Where do I start describing my life? My chaotic haphazard and oddball life, full of unbalanced ideas of how it should go, of how my life
I'm that person who hides perfectionist tendencies behind quiet exteriors, to make sure that balance is always there, contradictory statements are always made on when I start describing
By Regan Meade7 years ago in Poets
