Submitted Poems 14 total
ComplacentAfter an hour or two I grew hungry, not at the stale food or the plate of e(m)pty strings. I wasn’t event satiated by the lies shoved down my throat. T(r)uth was blurry from then onwards and I could clutch my black and white tie, humming a song of... | 1 View added 4 mins ago | Rating |
Like FireWords are dangerous, you can have a fit of— well anything. | 9 Views added 5 days ago | Rating |
OthelloPlaying othello in the hospital room | 14 Views added 10 days ago | Rating |
Melting Canceris your face deformed | 10 Views added 10 days ago | Rating |
EXAGGERATE!I’ve been told, | 10 Views added 15 days ago | Rating |
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