Poems from Pansyish
Why should I be flattered when men call me on the streets,Telling me he wants me between the sheets,That I’m asking for it,That somehow a...
You treated me like I was everything,until you heard that siren sing,her bright allure brought you to her,paying no mind to what we were. ...
Wasteland souls
If blemishes form against our grain
We toss them aside
Death in vain
If you become to broken to matter
We’ll leave them...
One theory I have is that everyone is evil,
Not one will admit it,
But thorns serve as crowns during our crucifixion for creating...
Steam is smoke is mistaken
That girl is gasoline and all you do is water her down
Make her lifetime less
Her burn time digress
Yes she is...