- Reads 129
- Votes 27
- Parts 13
- Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Apr 01, 2017
sometimes poetry is not poetry rows as the last cries in silence every word is longed violence without meaning, but with pain no names, only madness with each letter, again and again everything is on the edge reality and thought, where is the difference? perhaps in one sentence, but also possible in a single shout dreams are dead i seek nothing only a leak out of my headAll Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- where no one hearsSat, Apr 1, 2017
- places in my mindMon, Apr 3, 2017
- all for nothing and nobodyMon, Apr 3, 2017
- i am lying on the bedTue, Apr 4, 2017
- my dreams can flyTue, Apr 11, 2017
- it's like tying freedomWed, Apr 5, 2017
- everything is fineThu, Apr 6, 2017
- stand outsideSat, Apr 8, 2017
- my name is anxietySun, Apr 9, 2017
- we all fallFri, Apr 14, 2017
- Take me somewhere far. Please.Sun, Jun 4, 2017
- you would screamSun, Jun 18, 2017
- too deepMon, Jun 19, 2017
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