Poems from Anomous
Rearranging my room to keep my mind off things.
A deep clean is a must, but I find a box, oh the
memories it brings.
My hands shakes...
A ceiling fan. It uses it sharp blades to spin.
Thats how my mind feels going in circles
drinking shitty gin.
The current streaming north...
I hate being alive, wishing I was dead.
But I can't leave my family like this so I just write instead.
7:16pm. Staring at the wall with...
A squirrel, this animal is little as it can be.
It eat acorns living in the land of the free.
His dark gray tail moving through rustled...
My smile and his both looked alike. Seeing the reflection of him
with my eyes feeling high as a kite.
In depsite of us getting married we...