I held my breath till I turned blue So you would take me home with you Elephants are usually grey I changed my color So you’d look my way I stood in ...Read more
Purgu Sorcer

Wordsmith exploring the world, from structured verse to freeform prose. I write what's real, not what's fancy. On a quest to write my own kind of poetry.
First Post, Super Fan
Her name was Emma. Fifteen, glass eyes, fragile smile. She walked the halls, invisible mile by mile. Phones buzzing, whispers slicing, ads flashing, p...Read more
A cocktail of my feelings. A terrible cocktail. And I don’t think anybody wants to drink it. It will taste terrible. It does taste terrible. I fee...Read more
***Your smile is contagious And your presence is spontaneous As i gaze at the stars i try to see an optimus But all i see is a fallen apex . In a ...Read more
I've been thinking, for quite a while, how my smile came back. When did it become so genuine? The last thing I remember clearly is the roof, the heigh...Read more
In a pit full of hyenas and snakes ,is where you left me I must admit,you had me fooled I commit with my being and you spit on my face After tr...Read more
**Please see part one for stanzas 1-4** Stanza 5: XXIX. Swept up with fairy dust and sand. XXX. It’s Wendy in the city. Grow up. Be a man....Read more
I loved thee with thy heart Yet it wast enough Her hunger divine Deep down I broke To her I was a joke Who can read my sorrow I cry so hollow My p...Read more
My story is messy, a tangled web of trials Scars and bruises, moments of doubt and fear Chapters torn and worn, yet still I'm writing on The ink blee...Read more