Poems from rachel.bulko
More concrete, cracked beneath our feet.
Moans of souls long gone oscillate
Between the empty buildings.
Emptiness and viruses, all-...
In my Calculus class, a girl sat at the desk in front of me.
She wore a beautiful necklace; I had never seen one so clear.
A thin white...
For those of you who have a BURN BOOK... This is different. Not really.
JS- My first kiss, nice enough kid.
TH- Angry Anakin, such a...
There go another 20 grand toward - college.
"Hey, have you guys seen my immortal soul anywhere?"
"Go check the library. Then again, it...
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If everyone is an actor, to each his own,
why do some leae the performance in the first act?
One may think a greater one- a Higher Being,...