Poems from emmuh
Jagged lines,
I prefer.
But it's hard when
there was a curve.
Easy breezy
now distrought
Don't pinpoint life;
it's not a...
How nice it must be
to have your head on your neck,
where was intended to be.
The contrary, however, to see.
EDIT:
How sad it must be...
Depressed.
Sitting.
Cut-off.
I can feel the water
go down all the
way to my belly.
Not eating.
Eating shit.
Sitting.
Dreary anticipation....
But that reminder would sober me,
Sobriety
Dull, empty
I see the life of me
leave my body.
The muscles on the mouth of
my face fall as if...