Poems from CJaschen

And what exactly do I do? I’ve played the game to it's extent And know the plays to their purest form, But now I am left defenseless, Or...
I see how you move, dancing and throbbing like you know  what it is you go on about. Throwing around these three words like its glitzy and...
We were the kids from another street and another house that would go unnoticed. We made marks on playgrounds,  and sheds, and the same...
Who knew blood was blue? stained on the pages giving stories and poems, and lives. Entire worlds created under the prick of a finger and a...