The Diary of The Deranged Writer
Where fiction meets reality, between light, darkness and absurdity.
Seeking protection from the stronger forces
I need to tell the truth, but I still want to live
Nothing must be kept in thieves’ pockets, but
Give me air and a shield while I expose them
Sing (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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Shelter from reality, brooding in my throne
In goes the black kettle, buzzing with steam
Now I’ll grab a cup of tea blessed by angels
Glorious, comforting warmth, here I come
Sing (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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Seize the moment of belting out your song
Ignore hate, wear your heart on your sleeve
Never mind if you are out of key or you squeak
Go ahead, let out the music that ascends you
Sing (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 