Poems from Intrinsically Human

All of my contradictions and views spilling out in an extrinsically human mess of colors and words and shapes all in one place. 18 yrs old
Sitting in my Corner of the World Looking Out
There's no jobs labelled in neat letters that fit me, Cubicles looming like white narrow teeth from dreams half remembered and visits to...
Storms Wrapped in Skin like Cellophane
If I could I would reach out to the world and cup it in my hands,I'd make it nightFor we've grown up with the blue letters of...