Try to write the truth about life.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Try to write the truth about life.
Who knows anything about life? The human body is merely a mechanism. Life is electricity, running vital substance in these bodies.
It was the first decision she had made to determine the course of her life. Here and now, on a quiet bed of freedom she felt so free, so happy. This is up to me.
Can I learn to love the boring, comfortable, convenient life which is passing me by?
I don't need escape I have enough, and right now I shall live a life of sonnets, love, and dirty life in bed.
This book serves as my epigraph, a work of art turning other people's creative fictions into poems that explore life experiences.
Her life will be born in her poetry, even in obscurity.
Poetry lovers (and I am one of them) look for the flames the "mad" parts of life.
Appreciate the kind of people who lose ourselves in life. The actual experience of the world We valuably know, is everywhere because we continuously delight in life.
My life force is a dreary November night. The rain against the panes my candle nearly burnt out, the glimmer infusing life into me. People did not understand I was borne into the darkness of the night.