Do weak people ever rise underneath a mass of wires? In the entanglement of data i try to fly. They say when you wish upon a star the star you looked at is already dead so your dreams vanish the moment those stars give their light.
By Max Barnett6 years ago in Poets
Redacted in the name of redacted, upon a sand blasted castle redacted crosses bared upon the redacted men to defend on the land and raise a redacted war
theres a monster inside me that cured my fear of the dark walking close to cars just to feel blood pump into the heart just doing things to feel alive knowing that to experience terror
the first girl I’ve ever loved in my heart i can’t make a poem for her i struggle to describe her love i am a ball of unfinished clay that constantly fucks up
Switchblade symphony Every friend is just an unawares enemy Get your best smiles out For this is the part where the lesser run away from me.
hell poem jacking off to greed and war and arguments started in the family purgatory while jerking off to sissy porn and guns and slavery