torment…
By: PurpleChaos~ thoughts turn to torment flowing red …
By: PurpleChaos~ thoughts turn to torment flowing red …
By: PurpleChaos~ It speaks to her in form and design as a parade of twigs on a finger drawn path, …
By: PurpleChaos~ the quiet between engines on the highway- a poem, a song
By: PurpleChaos~ I was reading your poem when my baby boy cried so i traded your verse for his. I …
By: PurpleChaos~ A knock at the door was quite a surprise but i opened it to feel my …
By: PurpleChaos~ i was~ somewhere between the moon and mars dancing with the shooting stars like a~ flurry of petals …
By: PurpleChaos~ standing on the edge of the abyss rock crumbles beneath my feet i hear a voice so distant …
i began writing poetry when i was 16 and i remember that the experience was a great release for things …