Poems from Christophe D. Schultz
Regret is a whore that has been to everybody’s door.
A piece of trash that just won’t go away no matter what you say.
Regret is the...
This painting is clearly not a blank canvas. But despite the pain and suffering you've gone through or perhaps you are going through...
The uncorrupt fall leaves land upon my face
As I walk along in Nature's endless grace
Through a valley of untouched land
And as I take a...
They’re all so young, and the world views them as innocent. When in reality, they’re corrupted. Corrupted by their surroundings that they...
She sat their silently with that exact same miserable look on her face. They released her from the hospital weeks ago, yet she kept that...