I was going to post this about all the haters in the world... but then I realized I didn't care about them enough to write something for them.
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For the identity contest.
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Reader's discretion advised: Deals with matters of sexual harassment.
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inspired by a nightmare (honestly, one of the worst I've had in a while...but it was kinda exciting) and here I am, writing a poem about it...got the thrills right? (oh please tell me you did) I tried...
Just thoughts running through my head about animal cruelty. It’s the brutal truth that people beat & mutilate animals for their own entertainment & then leave them alone to die. Please show love to th...
Hey so I was looking through my old note books which had drawings and I found one my first poems ever and I thought I should share it.
Okay, it included the word 'chained' more then chain but you get the point 😃
I have shackles around my ankles, They keep me to the ground.
This is a poem I made in order to illustrate an idea that I had about how we are all basically just biological simulation, and we never really ever get to choose something. Not our circumstances, nurt...
I was going to post this about all the haters in the world... but then I realized I didn't care about them enough to write something for them.
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For the identity contest.
●
Reader's discretion advised: Deals with matters of sexual harassment.
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inspired by a nightmare (honestly, one of the worst I've had in a while...but it was kinda exciting) and here I am, writing a poem about it...got the thrills right? (oh please tell me you did) I tried...
Just thoughts running through my head about animal cruelty. It’s the brutal truth that people beat & mutilate animals for their own entertainment & then leave them alone to die. Please show love to th...
Hey so I was looking through my old note books which had drawings and I found one my first poems ever and I thought I should share it.
Okay, it included the word 'chained' more then chain but you get the point 😃
I have shackles around my ankles, They keep me to the ground.
This is a poem I made in order to illustrate an idea that I had about how we are all basically just biological simulation, and we never really ever get to choose something. Not our circumstances, nurt...