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...