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Author: Thomas Morgan

Thomas Morgan

Past Tense

There exists an emptiness between who you were and who you wanted to be. Trying to hold this gaze across an abyss of liquid gray is like looking into the...

The Storybook

You are a closed book to new readers allowing them a glimpse of the forward and keeping the rest a mystery. These pages are only shown to those you...

Silence

We’re driving towards Cape Split with the sound of the engine cackling...

Tale of the White Sea: Part 4

It jumped at him, the mandibles clicking together while it was in the air,...

Female Energy

With the tides my body sways My clock is tied to the moon And my feet...

Reality Check

I love angsty poetry, don’t you agree? Glorifying addiction and staying up...

Mental Health

Mental health is an uphill battle More like a fumble Starting with a...

Manic Depressive

I am soaked in tears, and ridden by fears. So sad in despair, having...

Demons

My demons are my shadows Keeping their distance but always by my...

Tale of the White Sea: Part 3

As the wood struck against the sandy shores, the rowboat grinded to a halt. As...