NightFlameOct 2PoetryBirdhouseAlone, so alone I thank being born, as people intend for me to be meaningful I thank waiting here in anticipation Solitude is hell but...
NightFlameOct 2PoetryA Silly PoemMy silly goosery knows no bounds My silly choosingly resounding such sound I'm seriously doing these ridiculous things I pinch, I prod, I...
NightFlameOct 2PoetryBlood Called Unwavering TrustThe sky is blue. Do you trust me? Yes. The grass is green. Do you trust me? Yes. One plus one is two. Do you trust me? Yes. The earth is...
NightFlameAug 5PoetryThe rain smells, and I hate itThe rain smells, And I hate it Men hold god in their hearts Yet they litter the streets like rats His radiant light now sickly yellow...