Poems from wabrownIII
The powers of prose are an untimely religion
A fluorescent female that radiates from her appendages
Who is Christmas morning’s awakening...
In the presence of my creator I stand fully clothed
With scarred thighs and bloodshot eyes, hiding beneath the garment of Islam &...
Here's to my erotic fixation with death:
may you carry me to places and perceptions unknown in the life of night.
I decriminalized my mind via glow
In the dark hallucinations and incredible dreams and imaginations
We miss you and I’ve had enough
No more...
I am swollen with juvenile curiosity,
Exploding with raw and apathetic motivation
An eclectic vessel of information who sets sail on a...