Poems from Anonymousse
Switchblade to my neck counting my last breaths.
Looking up at the ceiling grasping for a feeling.
I think about all the times I lied to...
No better than I dog I am.
Beckoning your every call.
There is no ownership.
Only faded memories and feeling left while I walk astray in...
"never will I admit to be such a muse to dance along a pathetic tune."---Anonymousse
I am no longer me.
Something else has risen.
Have I revived?
Once before?
I like that eerie feeling.
It’s unsettling, yes, but I can’t...
Do you ever self vent? Like verbally just talk to yourself about your feelings? Sitting in front of a mirror going over everything wrong...