4 lines are not and will not be enough for the part my heart will sing or cough. 32 words will never proof I’m tough, It will only make smooth words rough. Ruddapoet ==================================== I hate words that are made of 32. They are adults; mature, they know the rules Of love and lust, i’d […]

The crime was the form she’d appeared. A rose that sprouts yet unworthy of pride; An unanswered prayer ridden with riddles. “She isn’t the torch bearer,” they mused. “She’s just another flower by the roadside, Awaiting to be plucked by strange hands Into foreign and far climes, and forgotten. A house filled with them is […]