Poems from CBat
Homework is eating at the life, nay, the soul of my brain, forever entwined with the essence of relaxation, choking the last thread of hope...
Sublime serenity seeks to suppress sorrowful centuries of sallow socked squibs sacrificing self for solemnity.
With 6 more days left, I sit and scratch my cleft. Pondering on the things in the sky and how the years have flown by. I never really knew...
The epitome of a caterpillar is not the clingy legs, the ripply walks, or the many eyes that look like black holes on their heads. It's...
The heat of the sun overtakes me as I lay
Belly up,
Waiting for a new nightfall.
The loudness of looming insects echoes in my thoughts,
But...