“ I was born, slipping on a symphony of broken melancholy; created of pencils and crayons; i was not supposed to be this way. i guess i am a "disappointment". i paint and draw. i like to write poetry. The… — Emily Sturgill Copy Share Image
“ I was born, slipping on a symphony of broken melancholy; created of pencils and crayons; i was not supposed to be this way.… — Emily Sturgill Copy Share Image
“I hide myself behind, a cloud of smoke; the smoke screen varies, dependent on the variable. The variable consists of: stress, anguish, boredom, madness,… — Emily Sturgill Copy Share Image
“Poetry distracts me from going deeper over....the edge. it is rough and shiny like black diamonds.it dazzles,it enhances,your everything. Each moment,every memory, you touch.” — Emily Sturgill Copy Share Image
