OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY
shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding
New poems about how it was and still might be. Hate the hippies? Sorry. You may leave now.
a short collection of short poems and not-so-short poems that might leave you unsatisfied. completed. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
short observations of a fucked up planet by a fucked up alien Original cover art by : heezey Copyright © 2016, Polazoid ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of th...
Ever stereotype the stereotyped? [alternativelly called feminazi in action]
rants. poetry. life theories. philosophy. scraping the corners of my mind for words to put on digital paper. an informative guide. updated triweekly Most importantly, how I'm coping with mental illness and surviving the lowest point in my entire life.
Poetry for people who no longer want me, and some for the one who does.
so you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
✾Featured on Wattpad @WattThology profile✾ Mostly somber and melancholic poems about... dragons zombies cigarettes samurai mermaids snow ...and other random things in life one may or may not think about. Cover by @Mirinaels
short poems spewing out my confusing emotional nonsense. These were all written at intense moments in my life, most of them mid-panic. Enjoy reading about my suffering and love. Copyright © 2016, Polazoid ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Tr...
Things don't happen to me, I happen to things. This thing is a compendium of things that I have happened to (poor grammar there, sorry) so I have written them down here do that when I forget, I will be able to go back into this archive of sorts and find the better happenstances of my life. Really, I'm just trying to...
UPDATE: THIS IS MOSTLY TERRIBLE. IT ONLY GETS GOOD IN THE END. I WROTE THIS DESCRIPTION WHILE I WAS SLIGHTLY MORE FULL OF CRINGE THAN I AM NOW. PLEASE READ MY NEWER STUFF. IT'S NOT AS SHIT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. Some abysmal poetry. I'm sorry. It gets better toward the end. This will be left here for whomsoever...
spilling my guts in sharp things and caffeine. hurt me please. i can't do it myself. the guilt is like vomit in my veins. [Poetry #179] [2014-15]
❝And so she dubbed him, Snowflake Boy.❞ ☹ ☹ ☹ In which bright, over-zealous, Adley Wells makes a new friend. And in which depressed, melancholy, Grayson Adkin stops being so sad. ☹ ☹ ☹ © 2015 Romyn Ashwood.
A morbid story about a serial killer and his guitar. written peotically. The tales tell of the people he kills and why, and also the justice he finally meets. I am sorry. ENJOY. Darryl Issachar Edom.