Poems from TawnyPoet
Back in Ninety-Seven, back when I was born
America was far different; less hate and scorn
Back when schools taught old fashioned, and...
The Future is not simply something that can be contained into a box or in the palm of my hand
It is not even something we can see fully and...
A word... A sentence... A phrase spoken through the mouths of the lifeless
Distancing themselves with the world they were borne into, left...
This little voice in my head
It’s weak but is still holding on—
Not many left in the world
To speak up and show you how,
It doesn’t matter...
Dark figures followed by dark streams
In the imagination of all my dreams—
Haven’t, it seems, been hear before
In the Midnight Gloom décor...