Poems from caseycal432
Blaming me by others words, Words that brew in pots of insanity. Slicing up flowers for your stew. Unrealistically complains, Blind from...
Distant glazing eyes. Knotted esophagus. Dewy falling drops. Tight skin. Cold neck. Tense shoulders. Knocks out.
My shoulders tense up; They shrivel, they crawl. I close my eyes and plaster them shut.They start to decay, As the rot of them slowly...
I'm not good with words but I am writing a poem. I have dyslexia and I am still writing a poem. It probably won't flow. It's probably not...