Prose & Poetry

Will we be buried in this bed? And would we mind it if we were? Who’s […]

A series of trap doors led to my entry Into an evil funhouse I fell, no

Which coastline will catch that lighthouse beam? Where is the shore to make a landing on

You don’t even deserve a poem,yet here I am.I wouldn’t call it a poem.It’s a blade

This isn’t a drinking song nor a song about drinking but a song written while drinking,

I would place flowers at your feet water you with compliments and pull the moon from

Her love for me is on a diet Small and restricted Ashamed in its existence When