Poems from becausewhynot
Mother of mine
The all being one to me for twelve years
With the messy hair and even messier brain
With the laugh that could infect an...
The city is painted with the half lifeless bodies of what we once were
wasted in every sense of the word
I sit by a man double my age,...
Ode to the block of writers,
The jam of your mental station, the cackling of the static, disappointing in its absence
Nothing much comes...