Poems from Moscamo
I am a living memorial of the people whom I came from
I am a living memorial of my great-grandfather from my failing legs
I am a living...
Those were the words I thought of as I sat in a warm bath hoping
just hoping that that would fix me
it was 9:18 when I smelled like an...
I am from divorced parents
I am from a large house of empty rooms
I am from a school that looked the other way when problems arose
I am...
he was perfect
was perfect
I was in denal
he isn't for me anymore
he
he as in my love
not anymore will i deny myself of happness in order...
Last class of the day
Best and worst class of the day
Easiest and hardest class of the day
The class that we’re writing
The class we have...