PostsCommentsPayoutsnumostanley (45)in The Ink Well • 4 years agoNothing common (an original poem) She was the desert to the oasis A regal slave She was nothing common She was fine art to the blind and music to the deaf A misfit amongst oddities She was nothing common…numostanley (45)in #introduceyourself • 4 years agoIntroductory post: Cataloging an Enigma. Describing one's self becomes an arduous task when being told to do so, because the question of true self knowledge comes into play. However, in a bid to keep this brief and not…numostanley (45)in #poetry • 4 years agoA LOST SOULWhen I stared down into your soul through the lens of your own eyes on that blissful night, all I could see was the inception of a dying star, turned into a black hole. And all I…