Poems from AlexPaulsen
My body aches with pain.
Fear flowing through my xylem as I'm rooted to the floor a Charlie Brown tree in the midst of a forest of strong...
I am from the brown house with the dead end sign in the little cul-de-sac.
I am from the hick totn with the big man who beat Cujo with his...
You break me,
With every little word you say and every call to action,
Embellishing reward that goes along with.
You say do this it looks...
His existence was unintended,
Brought to be by raging hormones and rotten nuptials,
And that is the life he lived.
A childhood spent in...
Thrown away,
Fed to dogs,
Flushed down toilets,
Infected, cancerous,
Tainted, Tarnished, Broken, Rusted
Wasted.
Language? Disposable....