stephen dillon Writing

about the way ideas that may be the big one just float away and never gome back like the cold breeze of winter time

Here we are again labia’s and genitals let loose from our own personalized bondage to attempt once more to find the ending to this fire ant&rs..

this is very old but i like it still

i though i'd poke some fun at the writers who overload their work with images for the sake of sounding smart

short,bukowskish,drug induced

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

You are stuck on loop in all out wordplay warfare, just waiting down in the foxhole alone at night praying to a god you’ve never believed in bef..

i don't even know if i like this but it sounds good when spoken aloud but lets rool wit it

shout out to all wordsmiths everywhere

this is a poem inspired by the struggles my mother has to endure and how well she copes