Maxwell M. : Writing

On Departing.

On Departing.

A Poem by Maxwell M.


a story of sorts.
The Fabric of Your Perfect Tense

The Fabric of Your Perfect Tense

A Poem by Maxwell M.


belief in self, I suppose I needed to grow.
Work in progress. Verse 1.

Work in progress. Verse 1.

A Poem by Maxwell M.


my verse for a friends song.
In The Holes In The Walk We Wondered.

In The Holes In The Walk We Wondered.

A Poem by Maxwell M.


a first. in the style of spoken word.
I Have Seen The Devil In My Microscope, And I Have Chained Him.

I Have Seen The Devil In My Microscope, And I Have..

A Poem by Maxwell M.


delicious cabin fever, and a tall glass of sleep deprivation
I Learned To Be Selfish Today.

I Learned To Be Selfish Today.

A Poem by Maxwell M.


the mind wanders. worries.
The People Wore Colors.

The People Wore Colors.

A Poem by Maxwell M.


vivid colors can paint a song.
The Airborn Coming Home V: From the Skies of Viridian.

The Airborn Coming Home V: From the Skies of Virid..

A Poem by Maxwell M.


This is my first potential concept.

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