Kneeling on a brown stool, slouching slightly,
Apple red curls bouncing off her blue dress...
I go to church & feel so guilty, I don't...
The soo many friends I grew up w/ now say I'm a...
Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...
Just as he screams
“the clouds are here...
The nature of time:
One day we all are going...
I cram bits of the loneliness in letters—I...
stamp them, get dressed in a nice outfit, and make...
Heart is now,
tick tack pulsating...
Slight separation from reality
Unnoticed, yet it effectively...
She’s screaming out at the top of her lungs
While he sings a girl all the songs they had sung...
Dads read:
What if when you wake from death, they open as...