Poems from devine42
I'll write what you ask me except for the dead.
The last time I heard one, I wept for the dead.
Each trip to the graveyard is exactly...
Cities are nothing more
Than oceans in pockets
And hidden by walls
Deep in the emerald hills.
They sing in the voices of
Flutes but are...
An eraser is the greatest weaponmankind could have made.
It absorbs mistakes intorubber skin and gives comfort tothe pencil whom...
Dye.
Humans inhale the burning aroma of chemical wonderland
and pour the rains of poison on their crowns.
Which is odd.
Because it changes...
Vermillion runs out of blue veins out of
white wrist onto linoleum floor.
Vermillion is the color of failure-
which is surely why it...