- Memories
- Brown puppy
- Japanese eyes
- Yearn for you
- Flowers
- Poetry
- Chasing a butterfly
- Give me more
- Drugs
- Warm hand
- Tuck tuck
- Conversation
- Nocturnal voice
- Stars
- Vulnerable
- Clock
- Clock
- Room
- Shore
- Bitter
- Manual
- You
- Dimples
- Plastic
- Woman
- Albatros Victor
- Ghosts
- Eternity
- Games
- Sunlight
- Laughter
- Cigarette
- Realiti questions
- Unlovable
- Whisky
- Night flowers
- Eaglet Katalea
- Pyjamas
- Oh
- Sleep
- Whisky
- Unlovable
- Autumn
- Lonely corner
- T,J,H
Poetry is my drug
I go there like a devoted slut
I take a line
And oh I fly
But recently I am sober
I can not find my drug dealer
I search and I search
Will you be one?








Powerfully penned, Amethyste. Keen observation my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you.
Poetry is a form of drug you cannot stop once you start and it pulls at you. Nice
Thank you. Hugs.