kelseyalexrose : Writing

Bowie.

Bowie.

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


To the greatest man I never knew.
Good Manners

Good Manners

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


Mamma always said good manners were the best weapon a girl could ever have.
Too Wild

Too Wild

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


I don't know either. I've got wildness on the brain.
Assimilation.

Assimilation.

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


I don't know what this is. Venting? Relief? It's awkward on the tongue, I know. Forgive me.
Her Little Death Flower

Her Little Death Flower

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


a lily tale.
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Untitled Poem #178

Untitled Poem #178

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


I will one day name all those that remain nameless.
Suburbia

Suburbia

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


I only want to be consumed by something other than this worn-out, strung-out, fucked-up farming town.
The Reaper

The Reaper

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


Built upon another titled, "Death"
Murder In My Sleep

Murder In My Sleep

A Poem by kelseyalexrose


Dreamy, nonsensical bullshit.

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