Poems from soupedguitarist1
Every moment, every instanceYou decide to keep breathing,You will understand that lifeIs a lot more than just living.
Life was never...
Morning kissed my cheeksWith warm rays, abound with floating dust.Blurred sight like doused windowsOf light-bodied wine.
Though my vision...
Have you ever found yourselfTeetering side to sideOn the sliver that stands betweenHate and anguish?
Oh, but how the sliver itselfIs...
All the adults, all the grownupsCondescend to all us kidsWith our exagerrated problemsAnd disillusioned fits.
What they think—for the most...