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...