Lyndsey Grant

Biography of Lyndsey Grant

There was a wee lass named Lyndsey Lou
And from the green field oh how she grew
Until one day her Ma
Took her away
To sail the ocean blue
They came upon an Isle of fortune
And set up home amongst the commotion
To toil and trudge
Each turn a grudge
But oh how she loved the absorption
So here she is today all grown
Against the Manhattan skyline she calls home
Silently screaming all alone
She tells her secrets in whispers called poems Updates

Smiling Corpse

Sticky webs that crept up
And kept on
Spinning around me
Drowning me in confusion
Losing control of my sense of reality
While sanity
Clashed and clattered
With tsunami like intensity

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