Poems from Misty Meadows

~Poet ~Musician ~Lesbian ~Skateboarder
Babe move your hips. Twerk it just like this. Touch me with your lips. It don't have to be a kiss. Please wear tighter jeans. Try to touch...
In the 21st century, things are so sad. You here people say, Twitter made me mad. Miley Cyrus twerked and everyone's out of work. things...
I didn't really wanna make a poem for you. but you forced me, so this will go in my forum. You like mac and cheese. Your favorite celebrity...
My blood, it dripped. It poured a lot. For it painted a pic. It created dots.
My wrists... like paper. The knife... a pen. The blood it savors. The ink, it sends. My skin is torn. The paper is ripped. Blade like a...

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