WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
Once the grass stopped growing. It was sometime last summer. I remember when I heard the news. I remember that moment very clearly because I had just gotten a box of liquor delivered in the mail and w...
Part 5 of Campfire.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/campfire/
This poem is about how I don't give too much mind to the futile art of lawn management. I got better shit to do.
Striving for perfection can in many cases be the death of creativity and individualism.
WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
Once the grass stopped growing. It was sometime last summer. I remember when I heard the news. I remember that moment very clearly because I had just gotten a box of liquor delivered in the mail and w...
Part 5 of Campfire.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/campfire/
This poem is about how I don't give too much mind to the futile art of lawn management. I got better shit to do.
Striving for perfection can in many cases be the death of creativity and individualism.