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
Tag: poem
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
May history repeat itself?
Trains overhead, steam coming from sidewalk grates Finger numbness is second to the frost on my lips, once again I have to try to get
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 