Poems from KilosopherMainstay
Reality t.v. what is you what is meNot here to criticize but making anEvaluationSee the problem that I have isThe people you watching on...
Honey nut cheerios trickling down
the edges of my spine
finding the hidden past of those
right on point flapjacks
yea those were simpler...
Beauty yielded on the foreshadowingOf makeshift sceneryGilded pompousness and hill plateauYet what we knowIs not all that we knowProminence...
I stumbled upon the leaves
wires just underneath
meant for me
tied to the mine indeed.
He watched me the whole time
I saw him creepin out...
Sittin in the ceil of the window
Scheming that one day
Things will change
Things for him appear normal
They say that she is just another...