Poems from LynetteCullen

You know...... It's f*cked up when you realize that every adjective that describes you has to be justified and equalized through a movement...
I extracted myself from my family…...from my friends. I calmly plucked away, little by little, my involvement, my presence…...my existence...
Shadows run deep throughout my soul like interstates. They converge into the darkness that creates me. The one thing that's really funny is...