Poems from marinkin

i’m not sure why, but it all seems like a drag. it’s just i- there’s this feeling i can’t quite grab. it’s rather constricting,...
i whisper quietly into the night, “help me, please.” there’s no one, and i guess i don’t want there to be. because if they saw me like this...
there’s something creeping, creeping into my head. a thought, not a voice. but it still pricked deep, making me flinch with the first few...
whenever i see you, the sun shines a little bit brighter and the birds sing a little sweeter. your laugh is uncontrollable, wild, and rich...