Poems from MichaelO
People are weak
Since the beginning of man he has needed an answer to make him comfortable
She creates stories that explain the...
He remembers neither my name, nor who I am. Looking into his eyes is like looking into a painting of vast nothingness. He looks at me in...
Don't do this, don't say that
Oh, here's some "food" that'll make you feel like crap
Is that not enough?
Would you like some more?
How...