found a dead man in my garden's topsoil. [A collection of little written blurbs found in my notebooks, reproduced for the online format.]
They're more common than you think. GENRE NOT ACCURATE.
just read it...
It's really short, but meaningful.
I was just board and came up with this poem... though the title doesn't seem to go with it...
Just a poem I decided to write when I was tired that has a made up word in it. So, anyway....Enjoy!
All it took was inspiration
read it...... oh, && if you're thinking about writing rude comments, DONT. Just constructive criticism,no rude comments!
Just a rant of mine.
Cyandie: What happens when you try to type Cyanide and you're thinking about death.
Gone from normal life. Gone from common sense. Stuck in a nightmarish, haunting world, where the only freedom is death.