A silly, sort of gothic poem which I penned while I felt horribly depressed and put upon. It'd be nice if you could read, rate and review, please?
After reading Les Fleurs du Mal (Baudelaire), one gets a little... dark.
for the ones going deaf and myself
when the moon dominates the sky.
A soap opera broadcast nine hours before Judgement day.
A sticker in Liverpool reads "REAL ANARCHISTS DON'T VOTE!" how's that for Soviet propaganda?
How the world can be so unjust. From my own experience
It started as an exercise for my creative writing class... "Write a poem that instructs someone in how to do an everyday task." It ended as musings on divinity and transubstantiation.
Just Iri's thoughts on he and Ronyo. Short, though up in ten minutes, non-rhyming with no meter at all.
what jesus is to me.
based on a true event. poem narrating the thoughts of a girl who loved a boy so much. too much, that she took her own life.