Xander Sinpatrick : Writing

It must be raining

It must be raining

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


Pain reflects life while being alone feels less exquisite Lust only begins to allow mental instability Which in turn is the reason we reach out fo..
Self Exposure

Self Exposure

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


To look To notice To react To Change If Existence If failure If pain Is to blame Then to realize Then to dispose of Then to cast away th..
Life in a box

Life in a box

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


All that we know is never the puzzle in the form of complete All that is granted and taken for certain is mostly hopes and dreams not yet familiar ..
A monster named Pain

A monster named Pain

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


Pages turn while chapters end In this life I've bled for change. Living in a shell of angst and unwanted challenges I have ushered my love to the b..
Untitled inspiration

Untitled inspiration

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


I am dreaming of the day when love conquers fear and the pain washes away with the dawn of our fortunate splendor
Take out the trash

Take out the trash

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


Over and over in my mind I search. Unsure of the tenacious approach and The series of beings selling lies through propaganda. I am left in this pit..
Some say love is unending and I agree

Some say love is unending and I agree

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


This is what I wrote and said to my wife on our wedding day We are now divorced but I can never forget my vows
Dawn is the most beautiful time of day

Dawn is the most beautiful time of day

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


Up early again thinking were I went wrong this time Its non-stop questions that I reflect in my head but still cant grasp any answers... It seem..
In a season of dreams

In a season of dreams

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


I had a dream I was not afraid I had a dream I was allowed to forgive those who hurt I had a dream That you were there Loving me like you had on..
The truth is left in a field to the right

The truth is left in a field to the right

A Poem by Xander Sinpatrick


no solitude no wicked crime or equal reason hollowed ground is always left in one of four seasons confidence has left us feeling like leeches Lo..

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