Poetry: Destroy Me.
My love
these shadows
would cower…
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Short Story: The Ivory Tower by Nicola Lowe & Lee A. Vockins.
Her arms stretched out above her head as the blinds rose up the length of the floor to ceiling glass, as they did every morning. It was an automated process that she had no control over. She’d never known anything else, oblivious to the monotony of her situation…
Read morePoetry: The Rose And The Thorn.
In your eyes
I see nothing
but the everything
we could be…
Poetry: Not Broken.
The war
in my mind
is just a reminder of why I fight…
Poetry: This Heart You Can’t Hold.
This heart
you try
to hold
burns
with the light
of a dying sun…
Poetry: Existential.
This reality
an existential prison
based on the premise…
Poetry: Nihilistic Kiss.
From ash,
we remain…
Poetry: My Philosophy.
This is my only philosophy…
Read morePoetry: Chaos Is Me.
Warping,
writhing,
burning…
Poetry: Broken Wings.
Control this decent,
to the roots of my hell…
