Poems from thequietone
Their drug addiction is a prescription for hate.
So use to being withdrawn and rejected.
Always the ones to discriminate.
Not one to be...
There once lived a royal family. The king, a man with a fiery red face and a shirt so tight you could feel the fabric stretch just by...
My brother was brought to this world in the month of November.
I’ve loved him from the beginning, from what I can remember.
Endless days...
The strugglers, the jocks, the gifted, and mean girls.
Heaps of garbage stuffed in the cans that will never reach the height of the trash...
I hate the mirror and the mirror hates me.
Hate can really intoxicate.
Maybe I’ll learn to love myself when I’m thirty-three.
I’m just a...