Poems from christianguild
The buzz of the yellow lightis the worst thing my ears have in sight.
It’s just as annoying as no mail on Sunday,and as repetitive as the...
The yellow lines just inches away,
I collapse right before it, deep into insanity.
Not knowing how or when I’ll wake up from the death-...
Can one not speak in verse to the page?
As if it were Darwin instead of David?
The words would flow better,
and not be exagerrated...
Just one more hit.
Everyone else is stoned and wasted beyond help.
Sorry God, I tried to contain myself.
Uh, what's that over there?...
You irritate me.
You touched your daughter.
Actually, you touch not just yours,
but God’s!
You sick and twisted man.
You try your...