Thomas Fitzgerald : Writing

Confessional.

Confessional.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


That moment that makes or brakes you, indeed!
Abound!

Abound!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


Fashion has it's own curses!
Will.

Will.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


My thoughts from the grave side.
Afreet.

Afreet.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A plunging exercise to gain my legs again in the world of religion, demons and the human need to find those which need to be left alone!
Old Ripper.

Old Ripper.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look at a world long ago and full of words!
Society's W***e.

Society's W***e.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


For anyone that has been a victim of rape, I am your brother and I will no longer whimper in the corner, be strong my darlings and live!
Orlando

Orlando

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


My heart is heavy with the devastation and travesty the whole world is feeling now, my tears have not stopped flowing.
Little Minds, Little Times

Little Minds, Little Times

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look at those behind bars for a time.
The Color of Murder!

The Color of Murder!

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


An act so vile that rainbows scatter.
No Hand.

No Hand.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald


A look into the mind of us that survived.