We each have this vision of ourselves. We see every flaw, every shortcoming, every last detail. We can't see how beautiful we are ins...
Locomotive Verse
Locomotive Verse The greatest scenes of American depravity live on the edge delighting in various obscenities by train tracks in bat...
Probably a song, possibly a poem? (either way, its a rough draft)
Love is love. Two hearts beating as one regardless of gender. Love is love. How can something so simple can become such a mess? But love...
My First Apology: I Hope You Like Unstructured Poetry
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...
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