Poems from flamska
My anxiety attacking me like my racing heart when I cup my ears too hard as I count to 287.
Crying because I want to be happy,
But tired of...
Dear Author,
You may not know me, or realize who I actually am. You may think that as absurd, the author who doesn't even understand...
I write these thoughts to clear my mind from the piles of blunt ended metaphorical clutter that may, or may not have cadence.
Their long...