Poems from thedeathlypen
I am not other girls,
she said.
What are other girls?
Bottle blonde?
Caked with makeup?
Boyfriends?
Idiotic and illiterate?
Clothes of...
Blackness.
Nothingness.
A void where we are nothing.
A void where we mean nothing.
Nothing beyond us, nonexistence.
Death.
Silver and...
It's funny,
the way we wear them.
Other people see them as you,
your face,
but when you wear them
you know they aren't.
You have a lot of...
Perhaps art class shouldn't have rules.
Art is not rules.
Art is free.
Art is wild.
Art is a pure expression of how we feel,
what we see,...
I want somebody.
Somebody who will wrap me up in a blanket,
maybe a hoodie.
Somebody who'll hug me at random,
in the hall, before class, in...