i poem of my thoughts, in poetic form, written in a poem, for poetic concern, of poetry
The wolf who cried boy A howl, the wolf who cried boy I think If I was the emperor with… I’d pay the man to shut him up Nothing wrong with living it up
I just began to start I wish she could love me, But I’m worried about my broken h… It just broke a minute ago, I’m f… What’s the point of freedom if no…
There was a boy Born like a wolf Who cried out boy He cried out whore To someone who said
Dice on black coffee and cards on… Ducking legs getting in white cars… Shin splints begging for air Knocked the wind out of my heart
i’m here for the show, won’t you w… nobody knows, what lives inside of… there’s a spark, and then a flame what lives inside is gold and fame but i don’t want a fancy car, or e…
Every rose has its thorns Just as every field of wheat has w… But whoever tries to find the rose In a field of wheat?
what have i of you, that you left? what have i of you, what have i of… if only you stayed a few more days to speak the light on when you may return to rectify what went wrong
A raven, spotted amongst crows A flock of murder, a flock of thro… Destitute and bewildered is this b… Comatose divine inside a word From where have you come, raven?