Poems from israelr3
IT CREEPS UP ON THE SPINE MAKES TO SOUNDS , ONLY MINE crime EYES. DIME. THE RHYME; WORMS CRAWLING IN EYES WITH BUGS AT WIDTH ,AND SIXTH...
Quick thoughts I type them out.
I don't know what they'll be about.
I want to sow and let them grow.
No time for revision. It's my...
Leisure to the Rats
For a cats snacks to its lack of tact
My Rosy Rubble
My debris of the free.
How could she give me Glee?
Synoptic toc...
I don't know what I should be thinking,
I don't make sense..
what do you do when you got no chances,
and when you look around people are...