Poems from NeverQuiet
Oh my thoughts. My mind my head this organ of being that is full. It is full to the brim with you and me and him. Three people. Three...
Your organ comes out and starts to play
“I think you’d rather be dead” They say.
But I think I’ll save that for another day.
I don’t know...
I am sick of losing soul mates man, because this time last year
I was in the hospital.
I had a different soul mate then, he had one crooked...
Sometimes I talk to myself.
Sometimes while I’m walking through my empty house,
I pretend that my house is full up people that love me
That...
Why does it matter
Why does it matter that I can’t sleep
Why does it matter that I can’t eat
Why does it matter?
Does it mean I’m less of a...