Poems from Mj2397

Nothing
I wish i could write about nothing at all. wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing? we couldnt say a color, How would we know what...
To the poet who writes for fame and renown
you all are so self inclined like your strugles are any worse than mine. like you could be any greater than me, just because you wrote...
Leaving the Chair
my room is crowded with feelings, and all i feel is alone. my family and friends, they just pretend that this house was ever a home my...