Poems from The Frozen Arsonist

Throwback EMO TEEN CRINGE
The loneliness consumes me like a disease marked black with the stench of death. A feeling of isolation comes and goes, as sometimes I like...
My paternal grandparents own a property in Marcola. Marcola- a cute little town with a lot of character. The Mohawk Rivers that glistens...
You, you're the most perfect human being I've ever come across. You're radical, unbelievable, astonishing, and mystifying. I can no longer...
Why
Why did we let the ocean die? Why do we allow children to starve? Why is the world at war? Why can people get away with murder? Why are we...
The voices tell me to do bad things.  Sneak cookies, hit that dude with a bat. They won't leave me alone! The voices tell me to break the...

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