A.N: These are a two shorter poems I'm just adding them both to the same part.
The times ended, and from its ashes rose anew, its anger and frustration fueling its rise above the clouds, for it knew there was salvation in revenge.
And the mouth that spoke held no innocence or pity, for all it wanted was the world.
Scars on my hips
Scars on my thighs
Eyes full of tricks
And a mouth full of lies.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
