121/in space somewhere
S.P. proudly presents bad geriatric poetry (for the fictional youth)
lost in my mind
"We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick."
18/Androgynous/Nothing is real
I'm a poet, thats all I've ever been, and thats all that matters to me. I'm trying to find my muse.
sort of an emotional blob of lines
Spokane Wa
Poetry is only a way out for me that saved my life well helped save my life
Detroit
So far away From okay