Poems from hellokuo

Mistakes clutter my past in piles of trash. Like shattered glass in overgrown grass— Though not apparent at a first glance, Whenever given...
Standing. Talking to an empty room. Ranting. Roll your eyes and shrug, We’re through. Demanding. Desperately reach out for you. Detaching...
Remember that time when you died inside? When the weight of your chest started crushing your bones? When the remains of forgotten passions...
Sometimes I feel as if I waste Every moment that I am given Is spent indulging in reckless pleasure Rather than pursuing some noble cause...
I am riots in the streets.             Screams of terror and destruction.             Acts of hatred. I am the sound of gunfire...

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