This is just an assortment of my completed poems, without editing, and exactly how they come out of my head. Do not expect to find nothing but coal, or nothing but diamonds; it goes both ways. All of these are poems, and a majority are rants, but none the less enjoy the thoughts inside of my head
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
We
Break the world into a smile,
Changeably.
Can't we change like the seasons
Easily?
I want to hear you speak
Into me.
A moth upon a fire;
Rendering.
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