I have always been one who delves,unmoved by books gathered on shelves,no longer willing to still pretend—I prefer each raw beginning to its end. So I set off once more this night,armed with pen and paper for the write,into this...

I am always as dark as my inkborn in a most distant ageas alluring as I am sageliving my life on death's brinkUsing this wicked smilejust to get what I wantable to tease then tauntwith a most lethal beguileFor...

It begins—not with a word—but a winnowing of silence.An inkling.This hush before quill bleedsonto the parchment.The ink drop dangles,glistens in my candlelight.A golden glimmer on a black drop. That is all it takes.As doubt ripples, certainty dissolves,while the poetry spills. I...

he was the first man to sayfuck this shit and mean ithe was literally tired of all the shitenough of the shit show this shit's gotta gohe no longer wanted to own his own shitbut not just hishe was fed up with putting up witheverybody...