Game

Poem -

Playful Love

My heart can no longer beat,
It has grown tired.
Love never really meant a thing.
It...

Art -

GTA

GTA
Poem -

my game of trick-or-treat

floor's start to creek

windows start to shatter

doors start to squeak

souls start...

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Poem -

My Football Player

My Football Player

Running down that field, can it be a touchdown

The crowd cheers on, number seventy-four has the...

Poem -

Hopscotch

Hopscotch

1,2,3 count the numbers that your drawing.
Putting them in boxes on the sidewalk you've been...