Mip/John K. Brierley : Writing

I Love Innocents

I Love Innocents

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


Fools walk on broken glassThey're cute but they never lastThey taste betrayal the mostIgnorance is bliss I'd kiss every singe one of themBlame only yo..
Suicide Letter

Suicide Letter

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


Don't worry, I haven't killed myself yet.
The Tiger and Raven have Gone their Seperate Ways

The Tiger and Raven have Gone their Seperate Ways

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


A conclusion to a poem from the past
I don't know where I am

I don't know where I am

A Story by Mip/John K. Brierley


The perspective of an immortal, schizophrenic, psychopath.
Life/Death

Life/Death

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


Opposites attract.
Emotional/Physical

Emotional/Physical

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


Blood falls from her wristAs she cries her heart outHurting from withinBlocking it outsideIt's a temporary fixShe stops but for a few blessed momentsB..
Him/Her

Him/Her

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


Two sides of a coin.
To the People I care about

To the People I care about

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


It's about my anxiety mostly. There's always drops o other things in the bowl that is misery.
Helping People

Helping People

A Story by Mip/John K. Brierley


The little things that matter.
Feelings Are Real

Feelings Are Real

A Poem by Mip/John K. Brierley


A vague tour of life.

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