my existence is redundant
you could find multiples of me on any street
enclosed in overcast skin
we endorse allergy to self
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 1:53 AM UTC
I cry when angry
repulsive, fiery, cyan tears
that burn from within
and vision becomes nothing but fog
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
Painted pearls
lined up on the stage
each adorned with
their hourly wage
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
There is an ****** itch
For my hips to twitch
Whenever jazz hums it's philharmonic pitch
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC