A murder, not a mystery
Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors, A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once, Breaking down the poet’s doors. The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down with a … Continued
Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors, A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once, Breaking down the poet’s doors. The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down with a … Continued
Eating, Breaking, Splitting, Slipping, Pushing, Shoving, Dismissing, Crushing- The ship caught in the Polar Sea. Billy Asterix, 18, Teltow, Germany
I like books not as much as I like you though reading a book is like getting to know you exciting and endlessly interesting (sometimes) An uncertain look, an awkward smile, a touch, a gaze, a haze, a failure and … Continued
Death has been a guest in our home for a while now. We feed him kitty milk and sardines. For now, he seems content and Does not want to leave… Death left the other day. He stood, awkwardly, in the … Continued
Growing up seems quite bitter; Senses interrupted by black coffee, beer, and cigarettes, All the while, keeping me going, pretend to be growing. Not bitter like almonds But bitter like regrets. As maturity slowly creeps around the corner, I find … Continued