Poems from jezemog
Words like knives. Spoke like rain. Everything he said drove me insane.
Lips like cherries.Tongue like viper. Everything I said, shot down...
Now, as I look upon this empty room I am alone, but not quite lonely. Voices carry on, with no face. Footsteps with no person. What I...
girl in the bathroom paints on her facecovering the spots on her skin hoping to be like the otherscover it for the mornings but reminded by...
Can something really be beautifully tragic?Is it possible for a being to be gracefully destructive?How can a life be insignificantly ...
carry on from the beginningwe are the alive poets societywords said by another all we believe in is each other
secretive language all our...