Poems from Transcinnabuns
I am hanging in the bathroomAt the biggest party of the fallI could stay right here or disappearAnd nobody'd even notice at all
I'm a...
-I hate my own art. I hate it with a passion. I can never get it right. But, when I die it will be loved by so many people just like famous...
-I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I...
-I will keep quietYou won't even know I'm hereYou won't suspect a thingYou won't see me in the mirrorBut I crept into your heartYou can't...
She praises an image, the only beautiful she see's is in her pain. She writes her feeling on the page, giving her anger, her sorrow, her...