Poems from nwilgeroth
I)
I stay up at night
because I hate distractions
from the cruel conscious
II)
I don't like coffee
but I hear artists love it.
Therefore, I...
Sometimes I pretend
my life is
broken hearts
and
withered dreams
but in reality,
I am not
sad enough
to be
a poet.
Sometimes I pretend
I've...
I didn’t believe in omens until that
stumbling alcoholic of a curb
outside of the Epoch coffee shop
struck its drunk
‘screw you’
into Gus,...
We need better bridges in this town.
Once we’re through, they’ll all have burned down
past the ground
to drown,
which kind of defeats their...
I once told him
that her name is not spoken in prose, it is only
whispered in the finest verses of poetry.
And he told me
that out of all...