Stand for something, or fall for anything.
I am just playing around with bits of my head, This is for me.
Washington
these are my attempts at making my brutal thoughts beautiful
If only I was something Or someone profound. Here I am a silly teenager, Apathy and immaturity pinning me to the ground.
bruisedthighs.tumblr.com
Just a boy who writes poetry
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imitation is suicide
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But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...
I express my unexpressed thoughts and feelings into words and poetry. @elizasjournalx on twitter.
26/Colorado
My poetry has a lot to do with my abuse. Now turning a new page. New content.
I'm terrified of the world.