Poems from isnosomnia
For a larger portion of this existence, it's been quiet, sulking in a vortex of bad decisions and missed opportunitiesThis tongue has been...
our mother (earth) knows pain more than any human could experience and/orcomprehendbouts of droughts are known to occur during summer; the...
the place of stay is too quiet, ghosts and ghouls only appear to cut their lawn there isn’t much noiseI think life is only but a series of...
I am convinced that this neighborhood could be an illusion, the houses are family grave stonesI am convinced my neighborhood is a ghost...
The collectiveness and unity by people of every damn color at their place of worship is what I believe inperhaps I’m too blasphemous, too...