|
1 |
deus ex machina, a la carte |
Poem |
|
241 |
10 years ago |
|
2 |
Fuck Edison |
Poem |
|
196 |
10 years ago |
|
3 |
Good thing I still have that anti-venom |
Poem |
|
246 |
11 years ago |
|
4 |
Marked |
Poem |
|
204 |
11 years ago |
|
5 |
Ghosts |
Poem |
|
178 |
11 years ago |
|
6 |
Secrets |
Poem |
|
437 |
11 years ago |
|
7 |
Three |
Poem |
|
223 |
11 years ago |
|
8 |
10-42 |
Poem |
|
155 |
11 years ago |
|
9 |
Sorry for having questions, but... |
Poem |
|
163 |
11 years ago |
|
10 |
Lament (an overdo elegy) |
Poem |
|
493 |
11 years ago |
|
11 |
Open up... |
Poem |
|
178 |
11 years ago |
|
12 |
If some people were to explode, even the crater would be shallow |
Poem |
|
338 |
11 years ago |
|
13 |
Shit Happens |
Poem |
|
286 |
11 years ago |
|
14 |
If God "lays" things on your heart so often, why are such a miserable human being? |
Poem |
|
201 |
10 years ago |
|
15 |
Blocked |
Poem |
|
170 |
10 years ago |
|
16 |
Creative Constipation (mental diarrhea is a complimentary side dish, thank you) |
Poem |
|
243 |
10 years ago |
|
17 |
A Fool on a Hill as the Sun Sets |
Poem |
|
396 |
11 years ago |
|
18 |
Howl |
Poem |
|
250 |
11 years ago |
|
19 |
"Puppies" (Sometimes, Walking Away is a Zero Sum Game) |
Poem |
|
393 |
11 years ago |
|
20 |
Revolution |
Poem |
|
184 |
11 years ago |
|
21 |
You Can Always Trust the Dog to be Honest |
Poem |
|
312 |
11 years ago |
|
22 |
Killswitch |
Poem |
|
189 |
11 years ago |
|
23 |
Dispassionate |
Poem |
|
162 |
11 years ago |
|
24 |
A narrow path |
Poem |
|
173 |
11 years ago |
|
25 |
Thank God for the mirror |
Poem |
|
239 |
11 years ago |
|
26 |
If you shit the bed, it would be Baby Ruths |
Poem |
|
298 |
11 years ago |
|
27 |
I Think I Left My Boots There |
Poem |
|
145 |
11 years ago |
