Poems from kaliwebber
She wore it to his funeral,
But it’s also the aura of her soul.
It’s murder in cold blood; she stabbed him 27 times.
It’s the...
Little girl sits in her room terrified,
“The monsters in my head won’t leave me be…”
“Go away, go away,” she softly cried.
“I can’t close...
People mistake my sadness for poetry,
But what they don’t realize is,
It’s just my soul bursting from me.
My mistakes,
My heartaches,
My...
I can stop at any time,
I don’t need it.
I just want it.
The needles, the pills…
The crystal, the shrooms…
The dust, the dragon…
My tabs,...
Across the scarlet horizon she stares,
Her motivation gone, she no longer cares.
Closer and closer to the edge she creeps,
“He doesn’t love...