Guillotine

Leave me bare as sullen Winter;



A.K.A. RainWhisper

19 years old, and still striving for a direction in this average 72 year sentence on this shithole planet.
I'm entranced, consumed, left heartbroken by words and whispers, through nature, through the half-light scribbles of desperate poetics carved in aether and dreamscapes...

I write from frustration, impotence, sorrow, heartbreak.



Sad will be the day for any man when he becomes contented with the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing - where there is not forever beating at the doors of his soul some great desire to do something larger; which he knows he was meant and made to do. - Phillips Brooks


What follows are my heartpieces.
Beat them into submission or share them your veins.




MSN: rusted.angel@hotmail.com
AIM: forsakendefiance (Online Only By Request)