by 48 members For those quality works left buried in the basement of everyone's page. This collection is for NON-TRENDING works only. Only members will be allowed to post poems to this collection.
the screen the keyboard the small room the closed door locked door closed window blinders keeping the sun away a chair an empty stomach protesting against tequila more tequila
Even when you realize That they know not what they do It doesn’t sting any less There’s no balm in pity Just more sorrow Derived from the fact That you can die Alone Even after leading by example Because they weren’t looking