Dear Mr. Math Teacher, I never really knew you. All I knew is that you taught math, my least favorite subject. But please, let...
City Lights
There was this city, on a coast somewhere. Modern skyscrapers. There weren’t many buildings, but one was bigger than the others by a good de...
Oh, Flowers
Oh, the flowers Upon the bower Upon these hours Stir sides in me. As they scour My sense with thoughts Of allure wrought My...
Leaning Over the Ledge
tw: suicide The street lamps twenty-two stories below us kept our faces from fading into the darkness, though I doub...
Watching and Waiting
All the little people In all their little wars Ants, scrambling, scared Of reaching the apple core I want to float away And watch them ...
An Untitled Sad Story.
tw:suicide, depression There was a girl. And she loved another. She was only in pure bliss when she was near him. He filled her though a...
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