 |
heat went out in my apartment, while this is mostly an aesthetic/ imagery thing, I spent the night in a below zero kitchen trying to glean warmth from..
|
|
Drunk poetry yayyy
|
|
poem written by a dramatic angsty teen that is now, 4 years later, and even angstier alcoholic adult, but with notably less drama.
|
|
There is a cold and constant rain that leaks through my bonesHolding me together, more life giving than my mediocre bloodAnd weakly beating heart.My f..
|
|
"You want to f**k with the eagles, you have to learn to fly."
|
|
Just random writing, a meager attempt at rhyming.
|
|
Barely even a poem, just something I wrote once that often fits my mood.
|
|
Wubba lubba dub dub
|
|
A product of my art history class... nothing special, just something born of boredom.
|
|
Something I wrote last year.
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This