Poems from purcekl0375
There are explanations.
Explanations that God keeps tucked away in a little box,
In the corner of his office.
He doesn’t even know what he...
I would like to know,
How you could handle in my shoes.
Their soles are worn down to my own heel,
And the sides have been torn apart.
Some...
What is beauty?
Beauty is anorexic,
Perfectly arranged,
Smiles of plastic,
With eyes that couldn’t be colder.
Beauty is blue eyes,
Bleached...
Know, that every time you speak against me,
With that dull razor cut tongue of yours,
A little piece of my stored rage slithers its way...
I like to listen to music.
The kind that blares and shakes the lights while you reach for the ceiling like it's the stars.
It licks the...