Poems from victorianparty
A mangled mess of a sheet of paperThoughts lost in translation,from brain to body,I try to write the wordswith carpal tunnel aching wrists...
You’re the cigarette in my cup of coffeemy manic pixie dream girlyour swirling vortex of sadness only dissipatedby my shining beacon of...
I am pressedand distressed,aching for restto sit still isto put myself to the testwith wandering thoughtsthinking creatively under such...
i’ll make the shots and hit the markmake sure you have a lotto give me backi’m not in it to suspend us alli want to hit my marki want to...
I am angry.I am giving life to these flames.I’m aggressive and livid,I’ll kick your teeth in.