Poems from smallsingularity
For Carrielee
Seven types of tears,And seven types of rage.I want this world to scream.As it should screamAs I can’t scream.“There was this...
There is no cure, no acceptance, no understanding, and no answer. Textbooks can only tell you so much, and unless you have lived it, it is...
No longer is there a selfOr even a persona you could call someone elseIf there was ever a true selfHe died long ago.So the masked figure...
Starving my body, starving my soulI cannot tell what is my goalEat that today, eat nothing tomorrowMy mother's scale I might have to...