The Deep

So while floating adrift in the water, and looking at my hands in the water, my morbid brain thought up a poem about drowning. So here it is for your creepy pleasure. Splashing cold Splashing fun Till inky blackness steals the sun The weight of all that is to be Crashes down all over me... Continue Reading →

The Lake

I am wide awake. The night is quiet. The only sounds are those of the crickets and other night creatures that make up the sounds of nature going on around me as I look at hundreds of stars. I look around the lake, the water is black glass. Calm and placid. Beautiful in its design.... Continue Reading →

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