A serial killer gets ready for his hunting session. A free verse poem on wars, and their effect on children.
Being quiet is one of the most difficult things of humanity. (Announcement by the end) Playing around with rhythm and rhyming. I have absolutely no idea what this is or, at least, what it was supposed to be. Is the Murder of Anxiety really murder?
You hear your mom calling you from down the stairs, but it wasn't her..
Now love don't scares me anymore I lay awake at night
....... 382 words for a teenager’s chore. What do you think it's about?
I never wanted to end my life, I just wanted to end my pain. I felt it everytime I woke up in the night and in the morning, during the whole day. I was suffering just like a flower, the only one who c... Look at me? What do you see? Death asked me to run away with it..
I'll love to ...