A path all of my own.

I have a path, all of my own,

filled with love and hate, where

I can live and call it home.


I’ve walked along a sandy shore,

with sun kissed skin, and

tapped upon a lover’s door.


I’ve watched the waves come crashing in and

with the devils help, I’ve

spent a day, or two in sin.


I’ve cried, effortless, tears of loss

beneath a clear lunar sky,

and felt my heart begin to frost.


I’ve sworn that grey is blue,


blue is grey, upon a lie

and now I know that it is true.

and all because,

I have a path, all of my own,

where I must live, and call it home.


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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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