Poems from baltich

Plastic foundations hold you up. They are expensive plastic, but still just plastic. I'd like to see your sense of self without them....
Obvious screams bleeding out of my shifting soul. “Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades” Alone with my contemplating mind. So...
stop and watch the day go by, ---we can--- start again? The clock is just simply waving hi. We wave back and grin. drop me off one last...
Heart scripted sentences draw tears from the past Back slashed font bleeds ink through the page Its a matter of health. A matter of health...