The House

An empty house, beside my own. An empty house, nobody home. Inside the house, a beauty there With grey-blue eyes and scarlet hair. But now alone the house still sits Without the girl, without her wits. Without her smile, or voice or hair of red without the girl, the house sits dead.

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Guest post–death into life

Turns out I'm not the only guy that writes poetry on WordPress¬† xD David Sleeper agreed to post his poetry here as a quid pro quo deal. I share his poem, he shares my blog, I share his blog, we're both happy. Well. He's happy and I'm pleasantly surprised everything isn't terrible. His writing at … Continue reading Guest post–death into life