William King Jr.

(June 28,1992 / Cleveland, OH)

Biography of William King Jr.

Writing is the one release that makes the world seem to complete itself. I write to express my feelings, how I feel. How I see the world. What I'm going through. My poetry is a part of me. My poetry is the written incarnation of my inner being, my soul, blood and sweat. The sanity of words help the insanity of the being.
~Tho the light of the world shines, darkness still lurks in the shadows~

William King Jr.'s Works:

Working on the epic poem before I actually write the book

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Self Pity

He slit his wrist and watch it bled
Down his arm onto the bed
It stains his sheets just like his soul
He cuts because his heart's not whole
He cry's one tear, one lonely drop
Onto the wound his teardrop drops
He feels the pain; its emotional
She made him do this.
Its because of her

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