A freestyle poem to bring this blog back to life.
Tag Archives: Poem
Gunk
We have now become gunk.
The Secret
The Secret
How I compose poetry!
How I compose poetry!
The Game
The Game
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Lights in a cafe…
There is no doubt
A conversation between a boy and his Ego.
Stop, Pots!
A poem that forces one to think!
Shook, Belittled, Trapped; a Tragedy
A poem of great misery.
Crystalline Roses
A poem about illusions and perceptions.
idiot's story 