Poems from neptoonz
Grateful
for the shit on my shoes
and the shit on my floor
for the pain the the head
when you run out the door
for the ruined rugs
and...
She is pure. I will defile her.
I will force my thought
I will offer my woes
I will share my joys
and she will take them oberiantly.
she...
Whitman you bastard, WHERE IS THE HEART?
To hell with the spiders and to hell with the arts!
My filament is gone and I have forgotten my...
the mutterings
the mutterings
the
hush
no
oh but I can not hold
they swell and they mingle
with words not my own
is this the fate?...
Five foot two- can't fill those shoes
You never knew the pain they put me through
Five foot three- can't find real me
You say I'm my own,...