The smell of the freshly lit campfire, the firework sound of the crackling cedar, sadly muffled and shadowed by talking from this sideshow circus’ ringleader. Rehashing
Category: poetry
home is where i am gay
Sometimes, I feel as if I can take over the world! Other times I just want to dig a hole and hide from it, I’ll
Rooms 12 and 13
Straight black hair with uneven self-cut bangs large red-rimmed glasses too big for your face, red lipstick a shade lighter, painted high on your lip dark pink
I can’t do this alone
Heck, for all the times, that my two eyes, had rolled into the back of my head, you’d think I’d see my thoughts pacing, or
Who wore it better?
A small, gram bag of clarity I had purchased from a stranger, gambled on her claim of its purity a clear and present danger. A time
The Used Bookstore
So seductively, books piled up sky high to the ceiling, it being the only cause for their ascending limitation. Methodically placed and balanced just so
