Who could have predicted all of the moments that you would become? I know the…
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Tag: Poetry
Fuck you and your Nike socks Your Gucci shirt and fancy watch We used to…
Hunter T. is an openly transgender army veteran currently living in Los Angeles.
‘I wrote this song a couple of years back about a breakup that was particularly…
My mind wanders and then I catch it Dark thoughts perpetuate I set them on…
Spirit Box by H.N. Meertens Sunk beneath the sea In the vaults of her dreams…
1. She.
The three-letter word echoes in my head until it sounds foreign. It feels like toxic sludge, slowly seeping through every minute crack in my brain, infecting every centimeter.
A poem about postseason baseball from a diehard Boston Red Sox fan.
Refurbished by Ben Brizell The broken delusions, the fading past. Tanned girls in crop tops,…
Past Present and Future Luis Valdes As I reflect on my past life, I deflect…