Poems from Teraconic
Poetry, My place to get away.
I bleed on the pages, rather than razors.
I show my emotions through words on paper.
I've never tried to...
We live in a house made of each other.
If that sounds strange,
That’s because it is.
Each individual person lives in their own home,...
Throughout my life I have been the clown,
In the classroom and in life.
I made jokes for other people to laugh to,
Yet it wasn’t my jokes...
My mind is a scene of nature.
Waking up,
It’s a barren desert.
A place waiting to be filled.
My thoughts manipulate the landscape....
My life has been a series of unfortunate events.
I’ve been picked on,
I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been fun of by everyone I’ve come across.
My...