I based this poem on a true story. It was bugging the hell out of me for a while, then right as I made up my mind and decided to put it behind me once..
BloodIf blood could be multi-colouredThen what colour would be mineI'm in denial, yet honestSo maybe black, sometimes lime.If my heart could be a shad..
LiesI have my rhythmI follow no chainYour new joined linkWon't change my waysI wish what I doI hide my liesI bleach my routesI hide my eyesI look upwh..
I saw a competition for sad poems or struggles and I can't seem to share poems about my problems, so here is one about how I used to find the gym. Dis..
I used to think there was something evil living in my house... But now I know there is. It was like a feeling or an image I tried to keep in the back ..
September, 1995My story starts when I move into 26 Farcry road. I don't have many boxes or very much furniture. Just a car full of my things and my su..
As I lie on what feels like the precipice of the highest mountain, looking over the small world, my hopes aren't the only thing that are up. My pelvis..