Poems from p_emerson

  skin. flesh. shells of beingswho never think they have lived up to their full potential.when i was twelve years old,my dad threw me...
nothing will ever be more absolutely frightening than the way the ocean kissed your lips twice as gently   as i did.   water and comets...
screw forced poems in class for only ten measly points, and school teachers and really just everyone in the education system who thinks...
everything you’ve known is nothing morethan an inception placed by none other thanthe demons that don’t hide under your bed,but lurk in...
it’s a lot like drowning — the realization thatno matter what i do,he’s never goingto want methe way he does her. when my mother turned...

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