Category: Poetry
Rodent Mind
There is no solace here. Just rats.
Emo Never Dies
Can't fight it. Never could.
Unwelcome News
I did not ask.
Hope and Excitement
You cannot lose that which you've never convinced yourself that you have.
Fermented Love
Whether alcohol or kind souls, she cannot help but to abuse.
The Cactus
The cactus seems the ideal lover; It asks so little, bears a lot. Adorable with colours, ripe with fruit though dry and hot. The cactus says to love it making promises divine, but those who choose to hug it get a face full of its spines. The cactus is not evil, this is merely what ...
Just East of Here
Most will live and die here, helpless in a hopeless place.
