Poems from SpiderWebs
The only way to live in this fake world full of strings is to cut your strings
and become the puppeteer.
It's scary when good people
do...
I’m sitting here
There’s nothing in my chest
I think of You
And Him
Sometimes Her
I often think of all of You
Somedays I remember the way...
I have grown incessantly tired
Tired of being nice
Tired of being understanding
Tired of being forgiving
Tired of being tolerant
Tired of...
A single spark could destroy an entire foundation.
And this is why Hope is dangerous. We think of 'one' to be small and insignificant....
So many things
That many people don't know
The enlightenment they seek
Is nothing more than whispers in the dark
A song that plays and...