Poems from lostlikeme
How to get away with a run on sentence
instead of sentenced to running errands,
Or, how to run away and get on with life
at the same time,...
no amount of time can save
my baby sleeps past ten
on the floor of our new cave
she calls this hole a den
i see it as a grave
to escape...
am I proud of who I've become
or do I disappoint my past self
the one I shelved,
the stone I sanded down
to this polished turd
til the...
i'm too depressed for poetry
so i keep writing prose
that never goes anywhere
looking for happiness between
my legs and handstand kegs
i...
I want a refund
Is this what growing up looks like?
Chasing last week and
another robot sex club
Is this what growing up looks like?
Cereal...