Scott Dusang is a freelance writer of poetry, music and short stories. His passion for writing throughout the years has manifested a large collection of inspiring work. His unique method of portraying experiences through writing has earned him significant aspiring attention from his readers."it is without prejudice that I long for the day that I can finally find peace with myself. Nothing ever being good enough, nothing complete, nothing shines at it's ultimate glory. I strive on a daily basis to better the facilities my creator gave me.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
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I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million