S.W.

Joined January 2020

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A poet by way of life. Words just came easy to me, though I may never write a bestseller. I just want you to feel understood. At the end of my work if we’re closer than when you started reading I’ve done my part.

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Grey
It’s all grey out there, no shimmer just bleak and drab. And the landscapes of black & white lay. A disdainful stillness spread out like a thin blanket.
By S.W. 4 years ago in Poets
Jigsaw
The day we’re introduced to this world, we bond with persons in our lives. Sharing, everything it is to be human. From then on we’re no longer genuine, as our truest self becomes saturated by their personas.
By S.W. 4 years ago in Poets
Life in a cube.
In our mind devoid of time with the billions of lives flickering in and out. The city clambers with life. The metropolitan is detached and remains as a haven to the lost and weary eyed souls whose lives feign in the day and thrive in the night. Toiling for pennies on the dime. Dying from 9-5 and commuting to be compartmentalized in a cell. The coffee rings at the edge of your desk, the astray you’ve never emptied on your end table. The mounds of aluminum beer cans clang as another joins the heap. The fucking drab accents of tan suits and tacky ties. And that fucking phone rings off the hook. And you can’t escape, but why?
By S.W. 4 years ago in Poets
Vacancy
The buzz of neon signs outside the store, as a bustling city washing me in an array of noise. Strangers are kissing on the corner broken hearts making love to a sound so furious.
By S.W. 4 years ago in Poets

S.W.

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Grey

Jigsaw

Life in a cube.

Vacancy

Stories (16/0)