Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

words can never do things justice but without poetry we are just lousy sometimes the poem can only be about lousy so much that is not poetry is about death we speak and the world is dying we hear about new stars being found out there where they find them they find new things everyday but if it never...

today my life flashed on and off a woman wants my blood she added insult to tossing on salt thought the hooks were in deep she knows I can't sleep give an inch she takes a mile as she drives the blade in of her razor smile which is no smile at all I thought I could help her get her feet on the groun...