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Author: Thomas Morgan

Thomas Morgan

Pretending

I bring my wine glass to my lips, letting the bouquet of it introduce itself to my sense of smell, letting the bright, yellow flavour dance across my tongue. I wish I...

Motivation

Feeling lost? Are you scared? I can tell something is on your mind. Look, it’s not that bad... Underneath the pain is a new light. Reacting negatively is not the...

Ego

You think you are a gift. The sun. The moon. The tides. All rise for...

The Next Morning

There you lie with her Confused, filled with dread and shame The mourning...

Oh, The Places You’ve Been and The Places You’ll Go

With move-in day approaching I began to feel nervous. More than 1,400 miles...

I’m No Fisherman

There are plenty of fish in the sea. But, then you have to rent a boat...

Dear Mother

It’s finally done!! After four years The mud, blood, and tears have...

Nothing Really Mattress

Today, the morning said to me, "go back to sleep" then it kissed me on...

Impaired Vision

Eye cannot see the Whole length of the room. The contact is...

Penmanship

Pen writes on paper Ink curves in fluid motions Handles by...