Poems from Weirdo
I remember the pillow
that I would cry on every night
It immitated a soft glow
and I would squeeze it so tight
to try to ease
the knife...
I could never understand
what it's like
to be black in the us
I could never understand
what it's like
to fear for my life
if I see sirens...
I want to write on my walls
So that I can recall
and look at all of my thoughts
Maybe then I will not want to rot
Maybe it will give me the...
psychopaths are CEO's
yet some are serial killers? who knows
Only the rich are greedy
not the needy
knowledge isn't as precious as being...
I was only eight
when I wanted to precipitate
into the air
because I knew that nobody cared
I kept it all locked up inside
I knew I was...