Poems from kermitthefrog
Hiiii, my writing name is E.A Garner, cause why not, and I am a gifted kid burnout who’s failing english class but never stopped thinking in poetic internal monologues. Most of my poems are really just vents that ended up being really metaphorical. I spend my days either reading or watching cartoons, photographing my cats, and contemplating the inevitability of death and stuff. I’m 18, I get overly invested in fictional characters and I’m a leo. My pronouns are they/he and my favorite food is pasta.
I’ve lost so much of what I once had.
All that I’m left with is the shrapnel and fragments of a child who was drained to sand.
I can try...
We are new relics,
tucked away in a time capsule before our lives could be fulfilled,
grazed over and buried in the sands of madness and...
Do I miss you?
Do I simply miss the idea of you?
Or is your absence just a harsh reminder of how very very alone I am without you near?
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Social anxiety is wanting people to spam your latest interests to, but not being confident enough to speak freely.
It sucks.
I hate this...
Oh, what a time this is.
The concept of the future hangs in the air.
Our vision is swirled and intoxicated in the low, humming lamp...