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Author: Thomas Morgan

Thomas Morgan

Wild Heart

She is often a soul of passion and chaos. Wild and wandering. I don’t have a big enough vocabulary to explain who she is, and what she means. So,...

The Watcher

Do you ever feel above it all? Staring down at the people, watching them laugh and play. Distanced. You are just like them, Only different...

Rejection

Every time I walk on the lonely path Searching for someone else to share a...

Weathering The Storm

There have been too many nights where I can remember thinking how nice it...

‘Transitory Bearings’

There are greens in the blues, browns in the frowns of everyone...

Everything

Well the time had come at last To rest my heart and ease my past I'm...

Meet Me in the Storm

There’s this natural phenomenon known as a dirty storm. The ash in a...

Infidelity

I am not falling. I am not still. I am fabricated by false...

Silence in 40 Seconds

In 2014 the World Health Organization stated there are approximately...

Talking Trees

Huddled close, branches buzz Gnarled grandmothers gossiping Wrinkled...