She used to laugh until the cancer came but the day she found out she was never the same A light...
Title: The Filthy hands Poet: Steve Anc
Oh filthy hands in a concrete body And...
Murkiness, miasma stifling me Visibility is zero-zero impossible to see Such a smokiness of...
Betwixt bawling in befuddled bafflement well I think I need a muzzle as I sit amusing myself with this...
The darkness is gnawing at my soul I cannot see the light Everything feels out of control...
Grief is when Epiphany makes You Aware That Communication...
Listening to him talk is how it all began I thought to myself he was the main man His words...
I hold still here, with thy blood upon my hands, not heavy in any way about the deed I’ve done....
I lay down on my sofa drifting away within my head then it soon became apparent I was dangling on a thread...
What the hell I am a hamhanded clumsy clot, I haven’t any crockery left coz I have broken the bloody lot...
I’m trying to keep myself stitched together To stop me from falling apart So society shall...
Within the withering, weathered wilderness where there once was living, luscious life is a hush, hush of...
All I can see is shades of blue Blue dripping on the floor Feeling like my life is such a...
I planted pretty posies of rouge red roses such scented perfume for the passing people’s noses. An...
Autism What is Autism, they said thats me because the way that i act and wanting to be free ...
To Noonoo land is where I go betwixt my mudddled imagination . amidst a mess and a half of bewilderment I...
I’m self diagnosed By the best doctor I know I’m a mechanic on the way to rebuild my persona...
