Poetry
By GB If you knew me, you knew everything to me was a gameTook nothing serious, being responsible was considered lameI would call myself a man, but nowhere near grown…
Read MoreBy SK I stareAloneIn my four-corner roomHoping for a better lifeBut I only get doomLost in the darkLooking for light soonEvery corner that you turnGuns pop like balloonsHow to get…
Read MoreBy GB Old habits die young, that’s what they say What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but in what way? How do we reincarnate ourselves for the best When…
Read MoreBy AH Dedicated To My Moms I seen my mother go through withdrawals I smelled the heroin coming out of her pores There was days I had nothing There was…
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