Final Poem

When I wrote this, I thought it was going to be the last thing I'd ever write. Life is a noble lie. Pursuits of illusion. to keep the gears turning The dandelion must aim to become a beautiful white sphere. Yet it mustn't know that the very thing it aims to become will annihilate it.... Continue Reading →



Here's my wish: I am longing to be a dandelion so I clothe myself in white. I stare up at the sky and say "I am ready to take flight." "Blow on me oh wind and make me disappear" I am ready when you are should the storm come ever near To be vanquished and... Continue Reading →

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