Poems from mangocaulfield
Buzzing with your rainbow dreams
All those diamond cities scream
Is everything just what it seems?
Golden people planning schemes
And you...
In the morning he bitterly swore
Sunlight on his mahogany drawers
How much he hated school
Because the teachers didn’t care
In the...
It's mean when people make money from miseryIt's mean when people make money from my miseryIt's mean when people make money from your...
We run to the
Lies that tell us
Everything’s gonna be alright
If we use them
And that sounds stupid
But us teenagers
We don’t really have...
When I was seven years old
In my mathematics class
Measurement setting in dread
Forty kilograms is the answer
I don’t remember the lesson...