Poems from SkyeBlue17

We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss.  At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in...
Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad...
Worship is a fetish. Worship rocks, worship animals, worship planets, worship stars, worship sky, worship ground, worship man, worship mind...
Sometimes I want to be dead, But usually, I don't.  After all, it's all in my head,  So, of course, I certainly won't. But I don't want to...
I love the color periwinkle and I love the smell of rain. I love the touch of skin to skin, I love cats. I love fuzzy socks and onesies and...

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