Robin Blackk

Poet/creative writer.

“In writing, the white paper walls leak mindless thoughts” 

Wet Dreams
6 months ago
The first thing I see is the sky filled with green leaves. “Crystal” A voice so gentle and yet strong with intent. I would recognize that voice among with a million others. That voice is the soft thun...
6 months ago
A breath. That’s how it started. I have been crawling through the sticky mud that is my life. All I’ve known is the damp. The cold. The unclean feeling of my mistakes. My disappointments. My pain. I w...